Mari Simmulson

I think of Simmulson as an artist, not a designer. She’s at her best in her unique pieces. There’s a very specific poetic quality to them. A dream-like melancholy, sadness, even. Maybe artist is the wrong word. She’s a poet, but in earthenware instead of words. On a side note, she was very fashionable as a person. Although she lived in the Luthagen neighborhood in Uppsala, in the fifties, meeting her in the street would’ve made you think you were in Marais or on Capri.