Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Peace, Love and Joy in Porcelain, Paper and Glitter



Caritas abundat in omnia,
de imis excellentissima super sidera,
Atque amantissima in omnia,
quia summo Regi osculum pacis dedit. 

~Hildegard von Bingen from the chant "Caritas Abundat"



Charity abounds in all things,
from the depths to high above the highest stars,
And is most loving to all,
for to the High King she has given the kiss of peace. 
  
~Hildegard von Bingen from the chant  "Caritas Abundat"

 

Monday, December 15, 2014

Comfort Food and Second Life Pottery

 “Never put off till tomorrow what may be done day after tomorrow just as well."
Mark Twain

My studio needs cleaning.  Well,  it always needs cleaning.  What I am trying to say (and avoid) that it needs a thoroughly good, break it up, massive tossing sort of cleaning.  Not a philosophic sort of cleaning which I tend to do (what does it all mean?)  It is surprising what is out there.  Under shelves, inside drawers.  Hidden pottery.  Ceramic hoarding at it's best.  Although I have been told, in comforting tones, that my studio is not the worst seen. Or did they mean it has seen worst? Heavens! I think. It can not be or have been.....worst than this?  


There are pots that need a second firing, little porcelain birds and terra-cotta animals long forgotten, saved for future projects. A wooden candy box filled with broken, mismatched hands and underfired hearts.  Completed cups not quite perfect, seconds now and shelved for years with regret or rue. They didn't even make it into my kitchen cupboards or a life of wabi-sabi-ness. I look at it all with disbelief and then, a hypnotic stare.  Is there a chance of revival or renewal? Can it be salvaged or saved as if a great sin or a greater sin to even try.  It doesn't change the fact that I will need to move the entire mess in a couple of months 200 miles northwest of here. Then I begin to think of new beginnings, of fresh thoughts and of exciting possibilities if only, only if, I don't hesitate. The decision is made.  I find a hammer and a trash bin...
instant gratification-ochazuke for breakfast
..but first I need a little breakfast of comfort food in some second life pottery.


Thursday, December 11, 2014

Porcelain Raindrops




"Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,
what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again
in a new way
on the earth!"

Mary Oliver


Lately I have spent my days working quietly and quickly, moving from one project to another.  Many things have happened and many things not.  I did, however, managed to do a little throwing of cups and bowls.  And drops. Wheel-thrown porcelain drops.  All the while wishing for a little rain.

With water, porcelain and a spinning wheel I made rain drops, then snow drops and finally a few tear drops.  They all look the same, I know.  They are little prayers for rain. Dreams and wishes for a wet winter. It's the context and in certain moments, the content that changes.




Lots of little prayers, little wishes and little dreams coming true....

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