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Metamorphosis
The tidying up of my earlier work “Creamy Mami Turns Topsy Turvy” has led me to revisit the pleasures of clay making and of certain memories. Or rather, I should say, a revisit of a previous revisit. It is a timeless subject for me: the process of metamorphosis is akin to Yuu Morisawa changing into Creamy Mami, from a matter of ten seconds to a period of ten years.
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