Earth Pulse

Artist ─ ALi

Earth Pulse originates from contemplations on the body’s chakras.

In meditation, the body is perceived as an energetic axis—

linking the core of the earth with the vastness above—

through which energy rises and descends in rhythm with the breath.


The early works followed human proportions, serving as anchoring forms for meditation and embodying a sense of energy moving from within outward. Rather than depicting symbolic images of chakras, the series translates felt energy into form—through gestures of gathering, opening, collapsing, and permeating, like breath or flowing air.


As the series evolved, the works expanded in scale and entered the process of pit firing. In this unpredictable environment, fire and earth interact directly: smoke, ash, and gases penetrate the clay, leaving marks that cannot be controlled yet resonate with a cosmic quality. These traces resemble imprints of an energy field, echoing the naturally arising flows encountered in meditative practice.


Through fire’s transformation, the material shifts from “earth of the body” toward “cosmic black.” This black is not an ending, but a generative field—one that contains, holds, and allows potential to emerge. Earth Pulse thus becomes an energy axis that begins in the body and extends outward into the land and the universe.

Working with the plasticity of clay and the impermanence of fire, the artist explores resonance between body, material, and cosmos. The works ultimately return as forms of meditation—to be contemplated, listened to, and dwelled within. In the space between seeing and sensing, viewers are invited to reconnect with their own inner pulse and breathe together with the earth.



Poetic Reflection


I take my body as an axis,

rising upward through soil and breath.



Each meditation becomes an inward excavation—

energy wells up from deep within

and merges with the earth’s respiration.



Clay is shaped; fire is summoned.

Between flame and ash,

energy leaves its trace—

like the pulse of the universe

flickering within darkness.



These forms do not seek representation,

but anchoring—

anchored in the body, anchored in the ground.



As I gaze upon them,

I hear the slow heartbeat of the earth,

which is also the echo of my own.

Sculpting in Time.

Artist ─ Botaniplanvon Lee Chi

Time

XE WE E BV

Life is filled with a lot of inspiration, facing a very ordinary thing from different vision field and offering a new opinion.
Setting about the scenes viewed from the desert, the concept begins from the movie Dune.

There are several distinctly and sharply outlined clouds floating in the sky. The moonlight dyes the rims of the clouds into fantastic colors and probes downward to the people on the earth. We naturally swing our body rhythmically to the sound and the wind of surroundings. Astral movement is definitely not by chance. Closing our eyes, feeling the light shine on our skin when we dance, our body and shadow are dancing in the space.
A finished space is not truly complete.
Only when people move in does it begin to form its real identity.
Objects, too, become more alive—
their traces of use bringing comfort and ease to the home.

sunrise sunset.

Artist ─ ALi

“That’s it!”

After adjusting several singular and plural combinations, we finish the wall lights of “Sunrise Sunset”. Still, we can clearly remember the throbbing when the space is lighted up.

We finally put the original idea into practice after one year since then. Luckily we can use this in the proper case at the right time.

The wall lights are produced with the high temperature kilned Taiwanese earth “White Pottery”, which interprets the tolerance between earth and everything in the world.

Mother’s Skull”
The connection between artist and earth begins from contacting earth externally, gets into the mountain forest, touching the stones and then fosters the whole series. She makes a plate just like the earth bears the human beings. Coming from Mt. Dadu and Mt. Dasyue, Taichung and the streams of Puli and Guoxing, the stones will be increased in the future.

Tony's wish

Tony's wish list
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✓ A bar counter that fits your height and can be used as an island.
✓ If you like to have a drink, the bar has a convenient hanging cup holder.
✓ Designed with a warm and refreshing feel.
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W&Li design’s wish list
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✓ The hanging cup holder is designed not only for easy access, but also for storing drinks and other related accessories.
✓ The hanging cup rack is integrated with lighting to increase the atmosphere of the bar.
✓ The design integrates a sense of warmth and provides a choice of air-conditioning outlet materials, with both styling and functionality.

WLL Lamp No.2

Artist ─ ALi

"Undertake·Balance"
We humans live on the skin of Mother Earth. Drink her blood and live in her bones.
The imprint on the pottery board is the stone from Dadu Mountain, which is like a copy of my mother's skeleton, reminding us of our insignificance and humility.

The bottom of the body is in a state of collapse and disorder,
Build a tall neck. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Some are crooked or tilted, and some even collapse.
The supreme and lonely me is still a vessel in the end.
It needs to be injected and irrigated.
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Those things that happened in my life experience,
I scraped them off one by one,
Their remains were preserved so that I could take a good look at them.
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Every stroke is proof that I have survived until now.
Every trace makes me so unique today.
Gradually I understand why creators and artists have to keep focusing on the same work and the same concept, revising, adjusting, reviewing, erasing, and starting over again and again.
The vague outline in my heart seemed to surface at a slow, slow speed.

Thank you for allowing these cracks to see the light.

WLL Lamp No.1

Artist ─ ALi

I am the tool "Independence and Qun"
The bottom of the body is in a state of collapse and disorder,
Build a tall neck. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Some are crooked or tilted, and some even collapse.
The supreme and lonely me is still a vessel in the end.
It needs to be injected and irrigated.
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Those things that happened in my life experience,
I scraped them off one by one,
Their remains were preserved so that I could take a good look at them.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Every stroke is proof that I have survived until now.
Every trace makes me so unique today.
Gradually I understand why creators and artists have to keep focusing on the same work and the same concept, revising, adjusting, reviewing, erasing, and starting over again and again.
The vague outline in my heart seemed to surface at a slow, slow speed.
Why do this?
For whom?
Where does this energy come from?