In this crowded and confused world these days, where news, events, and everything in the world are trying to wear us down, we must seek refuge in solitude and distance ourselves from all this passion and excitement that has been imposed on us in vain, so that we do not fall. Unfortunately, the world of communication has had a profound impact on us, and around us we are faced with the fact that “people” unconsciously and in less than a few minutes are heading towards the same trap of random news, small and large, true and false, like sleepwalkers who walk in their sleep. A way must be found to keep us away from the trap of this abyss as much as possible and more consciously. The path is different for each of us, but we should not be unaware of the necessity of finding a “way”. For several years now, I have had a special relationship with “mud”. I make things, I love them, and I dare say that when my hands are busy with clay, I am in another world, I enter a world where all the daily worries and all the frivolities of this life are left behind behind the door of my small workshop, the hours I create for myself and without the useless worries that are imposed on humanity around me. Soil has an inherent connection to human existence.