Part of a series ‘Proof is in the pudding’


A biscuit that one cannot eat creates a craving. A longing for what could have been or what once was. These ornamental biscuit act as a process of memorialisation of a temporal object, a remnant of the fragility of childhood innocence. The ceramic process (similar to the act of baking) – known as ‘firing’ – subjects the biscuits to extreme heat, rendering the biscuits even more brittle and delicate than before. They come as ode to the past that is just out of one’s reach: reminiscent of brighter days