Providence 06/28/2010
What's around me disappears when I do art and there is only the good work in front of me. I am keeping tools at hand at home and creating texture, detail on closed clay forms I can hold in my hand after having looked at photomicroscopic images of pollen, reproducing pollen grains macroscopically. I'm told lots of potters are looking at these images; pollen begs to be represented in clay. The result is something primitive that resonates within human beings. In the studio there are the tea party pots. I'm piecing the work together with thrown and extruded elements, fleshing out ideas as well as trying to think out surface details as they relate to concept/content. I am negotiating buying a van or a trailer to take up residency on the road, installing work in communities across the northeast, setting up local panels and talks, schlepping and traipsing. Along with ample studio time, maybe some work in the schools, it's a partial living. What I've done of it, I like. All plans don't come to fruition. Bad timing, lack of knowledge, of a support system, lack of purpose or will or heart, too much (!) or not enough creativity are some of the pitfalls that can correlate/intersect with, detract from and/or enhance plans. I have enough experience to know I won't get everything I want and simultaneously how fortunate I am. CommentsLeave a Reply |
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