"A poor torn heart, a tattered heart, That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west, Nor noticed night did soft descend Nor constellation burn, Intent upon the vision Of latitudes unknown..." ~ Emily Dickinson 'Part One: Life'
This latest work has been an exploration in surface and form. Finding myself drawn into the fluid texture of a hand built or sculpted piece, I have begun marrying the two techniques of throwing and sculpting. Initially, these vases were going to be more of a bottle form. But, as I added the slab top and began to create a hole in the top where I would later add a thrown neck I was immediately captured by the delicate and subtle openness of the torn neck I had created with my fingers and the serrated rib. Knowing when to stop...when it's beautiful just as it is. Slowing down and paying attention.