Last night when I left the studio it was raining (as it is now). I stepped out and a powerful wave of rose fragrance washed over me. Today I went in search of some wild roses to cut for a photo and most of the flower petals had been washed to the ground by the driving rain. I found one flower in the shade of a sassafras tree. Planted as if a reminder, flagging how momentary these blossoms and fragrances can be.
In March, when my daughter was on her spring break she began to read Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard. I had pulled out my copy that my mother had given me in August of 1977. I was 19 at the time, the same age Zoe is now. In the paperback copy we found a postcard written in my mother's hand and never sent. Stuffed in as a bookmark at page sixty, it was as far as I had read. Now, as I roll out slabs for plates in the studio, I listen to the book on my ipod. Having lived in Virginia for twebty years with the habit of daily walks, the landscape and the words have a different resonance than it did as a city teenager.
"This year I want to stick a net into time and say 'now,' as men plant flags on the ice and snow and say 'here.' --Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, 1974 (Chapter 5, Untying the Knot)
In March, when my daughter was on her spring break she began to read Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard. I had pulled out my copy that my mother had given me in August of 1977. I was 19 at the time, the same age Zoe is now. In the paperback copy we found a postcard written in my mother's hand and never sent. Stuffed in as a bookmark at page sixty, it was as far as I had read. Now, as I roll out slabs for plates in the studio, I listen to the book on my ipod. Having lived in Virginia for twebty years with the habit of daily walks, the landscape and the words have a different resonance than it did as a city teenager."This year I want to stick a net into time and say 'now,' as men plant flags on the ice and snow and say 'here.' --Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, 1974 (Chapter 5, Untying the Knot)
i love this vase... particularly because the brown area that is wiped through to seems to have a tinge of orange that really plays off the other areas that have an almost umber hue... beautiful