Tribeca, New York
Jane Yang-D'Haene
Love Letter
Bienvenu Steinberg & C"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