Saturday, 1 December 2018

Shrouds - wet linen and coil pots.

Pots wrapped in thin white linen to keep from drying out between working sessions... I am fascinated.
The stained linen and its peculiar-to-linen-or-old cotton drape - the quietness of work paused, the potency of work waiting... there is something deep.

Today's pot (a large piece) is both a huge cacoon and a swaddled infant.

To the touch it feels like a living body.

They are always  birthings...

Perhaps because I connect to my female lineage when making them.

Perhaps more will emerge from this mysterious inviting, curious shroud impression;  from the ideas of cacoons, catacombs urns eggs... something about the between of life and death, made and unmade, sleep and awake, beginnings and rebirths..

....how could you see these progressing

Perhaps an installation

..Everyone does installations now cant it be enough to do just a pot.

...But if an installation is coming - its coming - youve always imagined spatially as well as in 2 and 3 dimensions.

I worry spanning so many styles and ideas makes me unmarketable

..What is marketable? fuck marketable

But I want to be known

I want to be able to sustain my material needs too

...excellence is marketable- focus on pursuing your ideas to the excellent extents...
let them become and evolve.
Allow yourself this room to experiment before contracting... purusue the cacoon notion alongside the making of pots. parallel all your ideas...

..maybe cacoons maybe wrap in porcelain

but then the softness will be lost... maybe as they are then, but a collection..


..ok

 






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