Jane Yang-D'Haene

"Love Letter

I don’t know if I chose clay, or if clay chose me.

But we still write each other love letters.

I build slowly, without knowing.

I draw, erase, and draw again.

Things break. I keep them.

I don’t try to fix everything.

I let it stay.

The vessel holds what I cannot say.

Time, more than form.

Each piece is a letter.

Unfinished.

Ongoing.

I come back, again and again.

Not to finish—

but to continue.

To write another love letter…"

—Jane Yang-D’Haene