Emilia Broberg

Humans leave traces.
In the clay, in the room, in each other.

The imprints will remain here,
fingers, movements, the presence of the body.
Not as perfection,
but as remnants of an act.

The clay responds.
It shapes just as much as it is shaped.

In the encounter between hand and material
arises something that is neither fully human
nor fully material
but traces of both.

What remains
is not only an object
but a relationship.