||I grew up in a country where the ceramic
culture was closely tied with our daily life. When I was a teenager,
the magnet school which I attended was next to a ceramic town,
Ying-Ko, located in the northern part of Taiwan. I used to go
there during the weekend to collect those defective wares in
the backyard of those ceramic factories, and use them for food
in my dorm room. I can not resist those wares which are associated
with food, such as pickle jars and rice cake bowls. When I pick
up those wares, it immediately reminds me of the memories of
making food, the flavor of the food, and the contentment of
tasting the food. If the food is served in a plastic container,
of course my memory would not be aroused in the "correct"
When I started taking ceramic classes in college, physical contact
with the soft clay has led me to another realm of ceramics.
It opened a new chapter of my life.