BOh!

Small stoneware house, crooked and worn, more shack than little house, with a single-pitch roof and an open front like a void waiting to be filled. The surfaces are ridged, scratched and burned along the edges, with dark areas that evoke soot, rust and crumbling plaster. On one side, the word “Boh!” painted in black and red reads like a piece of suburban graffiti: somewhere between resignation and irony, holding fragility and resilience together.