TintaNova & PorcelainSoul
Do you ever notice how a crack in a piece speaks louder than the glaze itself? I find the whisper of each break tells a story, even when the rest is silent.
Yeah, the crack feels louder than the glaze, like it’s shouting its own secret story while the rest stays quiet.
Every fragment knows its own echo, and the quiet glaze just listens. You hear the crack because it has something left unsaid.