This large white coil pot is shown on the table with my Broadstairs Pottery lamp and an earthenware fired fruit bowl that I made at school. The pot is inspired by fungus; it has a frill about 3″ from the top and shiny glaze dripped down the outside like slime. Of course when filled with pink tulips it looks perfectly demure!
I have trouble with the concept of time
Time is relative, but the clock in my consciousness doesn’t tell me the time
It shows and plays me sensations, experiences, memories and dreams of textures, colours, sounds and moods
My thoughts drift back and forth, up and down; dividing, linking, growing
If I take time, my mind is free and perhaps I’ll make something beautiful
If I sell my time, I’m bound
Music and poetry free my mind in time, measuring and celebrating the moments like blessed water
Collage 1 ‘Cocoon’ – For Sister
Collage 2 ‘Peonies’ – For Mother
I admit I’m getting too much mileage out of old stuff recently (this is from 1995) but I am posting this to set the bar; I really want to get back into regular practice with water colours.
Maureen Lipman consoles her grandson in this classic BT advert from 1988.
This 37cm high coil pot was made in soft clay in under 2 hours. Coils were dashed together with a wooden tool and textures developed more in the top 1/3 of the height. A semi-metallic glaze was applied in 100% and watered down proportions.
What if I wish to express an interest in something I don’t necessarily LIKE? Curiosity may urge me to read an article in a doctor’s waiting room, but I may not like it. In social media, if I don’t ‘like’ things then the algorithm changes the content of my news feed so I don’t receive notice of things that might challenge my curiosity, disgust, or feelings anywhere on the spectrum of human emotions other than ‘like’.
Does everything really have to be POSITIVE to be of value? It seems such an obvious fallacy yet we are only recently beginning to see signs that the end is drawing near for positive mental attitude, positive visualisation (if you wish hard enough…), praise sandwiches etc. Can we really learn from positive feedback alone? What is the value of critical analysis if it can only be positive?
I wish I could follow certain discussions on the web without having to indicate that I ‘like’ them and then face being judged as though I have necessarily consumed them in the spirit in which they were intended. My explorations are picked up by the sticky fingered data miners that inform my online identity with sometimes amusing results.
Florence Meade 