When one speaks of the desert, one speaks of dryness, of brittle plants and elusive mirages but also of femininity. The desert is not only a place; it is a feeling , something vast, indefinite, impossible to fully grasp. A shimmering presence that appears just as it begins to vanish. For this project, I was invited to work with ceramic : a material entirely new to me. That unfamiliarity became an opening. It forced me to slow down, to abandon the immediacy of my usual gestures and embrace a more deliberate, attentive rhythm. Drawing, which for me is often spontaneous and fluid, became quiet, almost meditative. Each line, each mark, felt like a whisper etched into clay. My piece is an attempt to capture a trace : a fragile imprint hovering between natural form and visual illusion, like a memory on the edge of disappearance. I was also guided by childhood stories: the mysterious women of the Tunisian desert; solitary figures guarding wells and hidden places, often cloaked in magic and protection. They became the silent muses behind my forms. The shapes I created evoke wild desert plants , dry, skeletal, yet deeply alive. Fragile, but enduring. Scarred by heat and time, but still standing. Each piece carries this tension between decay and resilience, between what withers and what survives. The silhouettes are like echoes of plants, of bones, of ancient hands. They are shaped as much by absence as by presence. In clay, I found a way to speak of time, of memory, of the desert’s quiet force and of the deep feminine strength that lives within it.