Clay boxes and talismans
“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”
―poet Mary Oliver
When I walked into the garage, it seemed this piece was looking up at the morning light streaming in. Herr had moved it onto his work table with great care while I was away. So it was startling and unexpected to see it there. It is ready for its first firing. This sweetness is called "White Trinkets." I was working on some wall boxes and some thoughts about objects/charms/etc. About the desire to keep found bits of things and how they come into our lives. What they represent to us and how do they connect us to this earth, to each other and to the inner self. How collecting and the saving daily what-nots hold some untold tales or are simply amulets wanting to hide in a pocket and are magical in their finding. All this led to the thought of white boots, white mini-skirts, white birds and a tiny white pouch. From opened boxes to unexpected moments......