This month I’ve been working with a series of clay forms… still unfired. But they’re embedded with memories of people and places I’ve known. The petal and tip of a fire pink bloom, the long wall of Great Zimbabwe, writing the Arabic alphabet, an embellished door in the Forbidden City, a tucked swallow’s wing, Mary’s wrist in the Pieta, palm wine in a shared coconut cup in Senegal, the Blue Ridge Mountains… I still feel connected to all I have seen and experienced, and they came out in these gestures and curves.
What memories do these evoke for you?
