Finding a Home in Clay
This piece originally had a squirrel, but I had a dream about a fox. In the early morning I made this little fox and replaced the squirrel. Then I had to replace the head. The face didn't look right. Didn't feel right. New arms were made. It was necessary. Only the original torso/legs remained. I saved the discarded arms, head and squirrel in a damp box. I still have something in mind for them. It was just I had to do this. I had to get this one done now I thought. It was a last minute piece.
As Fox Stories dried on the deck I noticed the pattern of dappled light. It looked as though there were clouds and blue skies across the torso. I wanted to capture a sense of time and place. Of a summer day, of woods and fields. Of home and connection.
(from series: Seeking Shelter, Finding Home)
12" x 5" x 3"
terra sigillata, slips, glazes, round head iron pins
The person who bought this piece told me what inspired her to take Fox Stories home. She had seen a news clip about a woman who found a pup in a nearby wooded area. This woman thought it was a dog abandoned, hurt and left to starve. She took it home and gave it care. Fed this orphan food and love. Turns out it was not a dog after all, but a fox! This news clip interested the art lover. When she saw Fox Stories she had to have it. She felt a connection. I told her about how this piece came about, its story of making and how it changed. How a fox came to me in a dream. Two stories and a little fox. One of needing shelter and another of finding home.
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