White clay seems like the appropriate palette for this time of year especially the winter of 2010. We had over 24 inches of snow last weekend and we are getting more as I type.
I often think of winter as being barren, the landscape stripped to the essential bones of structure, but with the recent snows the simplicity I find inspiring is the minimalism that happens through blanketing and softening.
I am always drawn to views composed only of hill and sky. When storms pull in and views are reduced to a limited palette of gray and white it reminds me of slip and clay.
There are moments when the landscape seems flattened like a drawing and then pops into more intricate and sculptural 3-dimensional forms.
The drifting snow has allowed my imagination to make new connections and translations from the summer palette of stoneware and the woodfired kiln to porcelain in the gas fired kiln.
I often think of winter as being barren, the landscape stripped to the essential bones of structure, but with the recent snows the simplicity I find inspiring is the minimalism that happens through blanketing and softening.I am always drawn to views composed only of hill and sky. When storms pull in and views are reduced to a limited palette of gray and white it reminds me of slip and clay.There are moments when the landscape seems flattened like a drawing and then pops into more intricate and sculptural 3-dimensional forms.The drifting snow has allowed my imagination to make new connections and translations from the summer palette of stoneware and the woodfired kiln to porcelain in the gas fired kiln. 