Friday, August 14, 2015

The Between-ness of Work

 
two of three demonstration pieces

Finishing up some demo pieces...the unfinished torso will eventually have one thousand flowers.  These floral themed torsos take a bit of time, but so satisfying when done.  There is this meditative quality when making each flower and carefulness attaching each. It slows one down and thoughts are without words. The density, depth and profusion of glossy blooms brightly contrasts against the earthiness of the red clay body and satiny terra sigillata.  It gives a feeling of a field of wildflowers on a hot, shimmering summer day--such untamed, deep and earthy beauty. I wanted to convey that a feeling of being surrounded and captive in that moment---a between-ness.  
 
 
Charlene Doiron Reinhart 
Between Heaven and Earth

coiled-built ceramic, terra sigillata, engobes, glazes
18" x 9" x 6" 
sold
Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery, like the idle curved tunnels of leaf miners on the face of a leaf. We must somehow take a wider view, look at the whole landscape, really see it, and describe what's going on here. Then we can at least wail the right question into the swaddling band of darkness, or, if it comes to that, choir the proper praise.
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Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery, like the idle curved tunnels of leaf miners on the face of a leaf. We must somehow take a wider view, look at the whole landscape, really see it, and describe what's going on here. Then we can at least wail the right question into the swaddling band of darkness, or, if it comes to that, choir the proper praise.
Read more at: http://www.azquotes.com/quote/399519
Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery, like the idle curved tunnels of leaf miners on the face of a leaf. We must somehow take a wider view, look at the whole landscape, really see it, and describe what's going on here. Then we can at least wail the right question into the swaddling band of darkness, or, if it comes to that, choir the proper praise.
Read more at: http://www.azquotes.com/quote/399519

6 comments:

  1. I love this blog. Your work is amazing and inspiring

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    1. Hello, Sue. Thank you for stopping by and leaving such kind words. It is much appreciated :)

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  2. I am captivated!! My breath caught in my throat.
    The gaze of the girl behind the mask. Beautifully uncanny.
    Those flowers. Each one a tiny living being unto itself. En masse, a breathing floral body of texture, shape and colour.

    That space of in-between... in your world, is pure joy in itself. And has its very own importance...

    Pure magic.

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    1. Today, I am working on porcelain wine cups (stemless.) I am scratching blue whales, narwhals and goldfishes onto them. Why on wine cups I do not know. And while I am typing this (as I look out my window) two doves are courting. The real magic is outside my window ; )

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    2. Magic abounds... both outside and in :)

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