The way objects relate to one another is fascinating to me. For instance, these mug handles have a “conversation” between them in negative and positive space “language”. I see possibilities for new forms. Time to get in the studio!
Spring is coming:
I tease my father for being a pack rat, but last week I got my comeuppance when, after cleaning out some of his basement, he presented me with these vintage mugs which I made in my first pottery class at age 8. I fondly remember the smell of the studio, which resembled a fraternity house basement, as my teacher, Mrs. Schneider, put beer in the clay to make it more workable. It was the 1970’s. Even if you can’t smell the studio, you can feel the groovy vibe of these pots.
Here is a snippet of lyrics from his song, “Anthem”:
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
And here is what I saw in my studio this morning….