the human energy behind the pots:
I am dimi potter when I make pots.
I was made in the ussr over three decades ago.
I identify as mostly heterosexual female.
I am ethnically fluid (c), whatever that means.
i despise capital letters and punctuation.
I live, breath and pot in amsterdam.
I intend to move away one day. I love and
appreciate amsterdam, but paraphrasing the classic:
if one is fated to be born in the empire, let them live aloof, in the province by the sea.
I have recently quit a corporate job to do ceramics
and I am (scared as fuck) rather terrified.
I love audiobooks, pomegranates, lavender, yoga, eucalyptus, colourful palettes, cheese, questions and long dresses.
I respect mushrooms and snails. fascinating creatures.
I hate noise, bright blue lights, acidic colours, dates (cockroaches in their reincarnation, aren’t they?), black colour, dishwashers, depression, fake things in their various forms, and violence.
I am a cheesytarian by diet
I am a highly sensitive person
with a tendency to overthink things.
I am introverted, so sharing comes to me with
a lot of struggle.
I am trying to optimise my perfectionism for life.
ceramics helps in this endeavour as it is never perfect.
I am trying to trust the world.
ceramics helps in this endeavour as it gives no guarantees.
I am trying to slow down and savour life.
ceramics helps in this endeavour as it is a very slow process.
I am a (suppressed) manifestor in human design typology, but I haven’t decided yet if I fully believe
I am also a gemini and there is a lot of duality in me and in what I do. I am often torn between
I am also quite keen on various typologies, as they provide temporary relief from answering
"who am I" question.