Beauty surrounds me. Seeds that sat in the dry and parched earth had their long drink and now cover the trails with a profusion of pinks, blues, reds, purples, yellow and white flowers. From tiny to large, from native to escapees, invasive or not, the coastal hills are verdant green with willful grasses and tenacious flowers. It is hard to do any clay work. My eyes just want to take it all in and keep it in my heart, this truth before me.
The first three photos are wall hangings---wheel-thrown bases and then free-handed painting using terra sigillata and clay ink. Inspired by the enchanting forget-me-nots that are everywhere here, I decided to do these quickly and simply. Forget-me-nots are not native, but rascally run-aways and considered only mildly invasive. Their hairy seeds catch rides on anything that brushes against them and travel to new locations. Once they settle in it takes two years before they bloom. They like dapple sunlight found in the redwood forest here, mixed in with the ferns and wild geraniums they make the trails look as if tended by a master gardener.