Porcelain wavers between the doll's house and the nuclear power plant. Or better: without wavering at all, it spans both poles, like an ontological leveller. The doll's house and the nuclear power plant both hold great generative power —great destructive power— which porcelain contains and tempers in its delicate indifference: zen master and dominatrix. From aristocratic refinement to the crude oil refinery, porcelain displays a great chemical inertia; a supernatural capacity to remain unaltered in the most toxic and extreme …