A portrait on every plate. The men weep, the women beam. Grüneberg himself says that he searches for the distortion of feelings in the not entirely fictive portraits. Weighty gestures are shot through with irony and absurdity. A person close by not graspable, the next a monster, the likenesses disintegrate. They become durable in the well of a plate. The ceramic objects are pressed or handbuilt shallow bowls made of grogged clay. They are brittle, raw objects. Grüneberg is interested in the portrait, the images are usually placed in the object, filling it to the edge – the rough plate forms closely circumscribe the heads like fissured halos.