Post apocalypse: the abandoned factories – liberated from the monotony of mass production – develop a spirit and, thus, herald a new era of the possible and the impossible. Coffee, the epitome of earlier meritocracies, in which a farce of cosiness was layed on forced activation, now flows only within the mechanical, transformed body. To liquid as a solid shell, as a perfect symbiosis of entrance and exit, as mutual penetration within closed walls, the postwares are producing. The coffee house, once the activation site of the most modern automats, autonomises from its shards and becomes, in the body of a smoky factory building, a post-apocalyptic coffee house.
Wheel thrown, manipulated, multi-glazed, and multi-fired stoneware cup.