“Not all who wander are lost?” or is it “All who wander are not lost?” I apologize to the author. Was it Emerson or Thoreau? I know I could goggle it but I’m not going there. I am lost. Not the “good” kind reflected in this quote above. Not the getting lost the beauty of art, music, nature or love. Not the getting lost in a daydream. I’ve lost my way creatively. I’m stuck. Moving neither forward or back. It’s really frustrating, uncomfortable, exhausting and overwhelming. I’ve been here before. It goes with the territory of creative pursuit. So how do I get out of here? Perhaps wandering is the answer.
“Kate’s Find” is a piece inspired by my daughter who is a wanderer in the good sense.
This is my studio. It’s 22 feet by 16 feet. It’s one room. I’ve got it divided into office, work, glazing, firing, shipping and display areas. Not much has changed in this space except the way I work in it. I’ve had to adapt, not the space. I don’t mix clay here or fire a large gas or wood kiln. That was past. This is the present. I’ve had a few physical limitations develop over the years. Each time the Doctor said I’d have to give up being a potter. Not an option I’d tell them. I’ll adapt. I meet people and they ask what I do?”I’m a Potter” I say. Then they say, “I’d love to see your studio.” “Well” I say, “That will take all of 5 minutes tops. It’s little.” I often had dreams of a bigger space. Thankfully that never happened. I would have just filled it up with things I don’t need. It’s my little space for my big dreams. It’s all I’ll ever need.
“”I am made of Potter’s thoughts. When I break, I will be gone.” John Neis, Potter, Pennsylvania 1785-1867
I love this quote. I have it hanging up in my studio. It gives me a pause each time I read it. What are my thoughts? What am I thinking each time I make a piece? Do my hands translate them into the piece? When the pot breaks will my thoughts be gone? Where? I think my hands have memory. Memories of every pot I have ever made go into each successive piece. So as long as I am making pottery, my thoughts remain.
I just wanna be a mermaid! No more bad hair days because there would be no frizz under water. And think how light one would feel being buoyant. You wouldn’t have to figure out what to wear every day. No uncomfortable undergarments. Need I say more?
I love Oysters! I don’t remember when I ate my first one but I think it was in my early twenties. For a Cape Cod girl I was a late bloomer! Now they are a favorite. Especially raw, straight up! So I had to design an Oyster Platter to cradle the little beauties. Oysters get a raw ( no pun intended) deal in the shellfish/ seafood world. They are so craggy and ugly from the outside. But inside the shell is beautiful! All smooth, shiny and with that beautiful little purple spot. And the Oyster itself is just perfection. All creamy, cool and salty. A taste of the ocean! Pearl or no pearl a thing of beauty. I hope my platter design does them justice!
This piece started with an idea that was inspired by a small pitcher made of brass. When my Mother passed away I inherited it. I have no idea where it came from but I have always been drawn to its shape. I set out to make my own version in clay. It took on a life of it’s own resembling the brass version perhaps only in essence. After it came out of the kiln I noticed it had “attitude”. It seemed to take on a feminine persona. “She” had grace with an attitude! So in this season of the Oscars, I think she is striking a pose on the famous Red Carpet!
As Juno leaves Neptune arrived! I am wondering how the Snowy Owl out on Sandy Neck has faired. I could not stop thinking about him/her as the storm raged once more. I’m huddling in my studio as the wind howls and the snow flies by. I hope the Owl is hunkered down out there. Perhaps it feels more at home in this weather than I do!