Saturday, July 31, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
Wall plates of different sizes, colours and patterns
I am reminded frequently of T.S. Eliot's line in Little Gidding :
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
INSPIRED BY ST. IVES PAINTER BREON O'CASEY AND CERAMICS BY UK ARTIST
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
I'm completely hooked on these new glazes - majolica glazes which reveal a wonderful sense of the texture and making process of the clay...delicious to drink out of!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
In the interests of economy, we are making some new items in the studio which do not require intense surface decoration...so this means letting go of my 'horror vacui'(fear of empty space) and settling for a quieter monochrome statement...challenging... The exciting part is focusing on the clay qualities and the marks of the construction process, this makes for a very direct and fresh visual effect.
These are some of my fun 'teacup-and -saucer-in-one' pieces.
Back in the swing of things...an exhibition opening tonight at The William Humphreys Art Gallery in Kimberley called David Walters and Friends. The ceramists on this group show were invited to do two somewhat disparate things - one, make a world cup and saucer(hence mine here) and the other to make some work inspired by the poetry of Kobus Moolman's anthology 'After the Light'.
We who accept survival as our password
accept incompleteness as our blessing.
We who dress in blindness and in faith
do not know the colour of our palms
nor the weight of our feet upon the water.
We who have dust in our mouths all day
have stones on our tongues instead of songs.
We who quench fire with fire all night
know that wings are not the only ladders
to the dark, that heavy wood swims too
in the tide of the wind.
We who accept survival
accept survival as our curse.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
'Give us one day and we will give you 250 million years'.
This is an extraordinary and wonderful farm just outside Nieu Bethesda in the karoo.
The Village Inn in the centre of the village of Nieu Bethesda
Old 19th Century schoolhouse on the Groenfontein Road just outside Calitzdorp
A gentle northern sun warms my heart
A buzzing bee, a slight vibration
A troop of baboons bickering
in the valley below
Their feeding ground, their land
Where I am supposedly
tolerated as a visitor.
As I am tolerated on the planet
for a flash of time.
Watching a group of friendly field mice
dart in and out of the stone wall
Edging towards one of many birds
I, as a city slicker, do not know.
Stillness opens the mind
I, an urban alien,
fall prey to illusion of nature as peace.
some of this is true
Physically other energies unfold
And the sky at night
dazzles with milky stars.
I look up there
Comforting to feel
them watching down on us
For our turn
To dissolve into that
World without end.