Wednesday, September 26, 2012

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......

Monday, September 24, 2012

Falling in love with Fall again


...I want to tell you the ocean knows this, that life in its
jewel boxes
is endless as the sand, impossible to count, pure...

Pablo Neruda

wheel-thrown, altered, soda-fired box with linen waxed twine and glass bead

September is just flying by for me.  It seems as the days grow shorter I get this feeling that I must rush through my day to finish up whatever I was doing during the foggy, cool days of summer.

Autumn begins here as an awakening.  As if to say--hey, wait a minute---what happened to summer---where's that little bit of promised warmth----that shimmering heat?  And summer here replies before it leaves with a teasing, temperate breath and cloudless skies.  So we have to enjoy this little bit of leftover summer before the fog rolls back again. That is what I have been doing this month.  Enjoying this little bit of leftover summer.  And falling in love with Fall again...what am I to do?  I can't help it.......

Sunday, September 23, 2012

wall boxes

wall boxes for daily bits---working with the meaning of flotsam, jetsam, lagan, derelict

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