Enough of my work, this was an exhibit by Yayoi Kusama in Chelsea last Spring with my son, Skyler (pictured). When I'm finished with my nature phase, I'm going to go pop like this artist.
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This blog is about memories and preserving them in clay - a medium I'm drawn to at this stage of my life because of its wonderful and therapeutic qualities. After a 30 year hiatus from clay, I’m experimenting with new techniques and glazes and have more ideas than I have time to create. I take imprints of favorite plants and everyday objects and transform them into functional pots with a sentimental value. A creamy white fern bowl made custom for my neighbor who lost her husband to cancer last summer. I collected plants from their property for the interior bowl and pine needles from a beautiful tree overlooking his burial plot. Another platter contains wildflowers from a wonderful Labor Day vacation in New Hampshire. A bowl made with pasta bows is a constant reminder of my children’s favorite meal. Shells collected in Captiva Island long ago… “These are the dreams that we must savor. Memories are made of this.” - lyrics written in 1955 by Terry Gylkyson, Richard Dehr, and Frank Miller and sung by Dean Martin, Johnny Cash, Petula Clark & other great musicians
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