The Between-ness of Work
two of three demonstration pieces
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.
Read more at: http://www.azquotes.com/quote/399519
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
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
Read more at: http://www.azquotes.com/quote/399519
I love this blog. Your work is amazing and inspiring
ReplyDeleteHello, Sue. Thank you for stopping by and leaving such kind words. It is much appreciated :)
DeleteI am captivated!! My breath caught in my throat.
ReplyDeleteThe 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.
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 ; )
DeleteMagic abounds... both outside and in :)
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