“Clay is my daily bread, my joy, my sorrow.
– Margit Kovács,
From the first touch, it became the element of my life.”
Hungarian Ceramist & Sculptor (1902–1977)
Collections
Holding Light, Rooting Memory
Echoes of Clay and Colour from the Luminous Poetry of Nina Lewis
The Architecture of Patience
Inspired by a poetic quote by writer James N. Watkins. “A river cuts through rock, not because of its power, but because of its persistence.”
The Lilac Hour
Ceramic Resonances on the Melancholic World of Árpád Tóth