I have been up to my elbows in clay for the past few weeks, but now that the exhibition is open, I can take a break and have a look back at how the work has developed and progressed.
My work follows the fairly typical cycle of creation, then reflection, then growth. Creation is an obsessive time of action for me, plunging ahead until I run out of space or clay:
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| My wheel. | | | | |
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| White stoneware with inclusions of rotted, Oracle granite, collected and sorted by harvester ants. |
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| Black clay with the same, rotted granite. |
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What I do with my leftover clay.
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| Making test bowls off the hump. This is Haji porcelain with toilet paper. |
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I'm running out of room. Time to start glazing.
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The story of using dirt from Giulietta's shoes in a piece from Clarksdale, AZ is my favorite tale of creation! It reminds me of songwriting and the bits of memories collected along the way, unintentional and just pouring out of your shoes - those are the memories that often make up the core of a song. Uncle P
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