On the first day of stacking the kiln I had two helpers. At lunch time the weather was so beautiful we ate on the porch and as I planned my next step with my partner my helpers walked the field and collected big leaves from the magnolia. The leaves had been there all along but I had been so absorbed by clay and kiln I had forgotten to notice what the trees were writing.
"I couldn't tell which stars were which or how far away any of them was,
or which were still burning or not--their light moving through space
like a long
late train--and I've lived on this earth so long--50 winters, 50 springs and
summers,
and all this time stars in the sky--in daylight
when I couldn't see them, and at night when, most nights, I didn't look."
from the poem The World by Marie Howe
"I couldn't tell which stars were which or how far away any of them was,
or which were still burning or not--their light moving through space
like a long
late train--and I've lived on this earth so long--50 winters, 50 springs and
summers,
and all this time stars in the sky--in daylight
when I couldn't see them, and at night when, most nights, I didn't look."
from the poem The World by Marie Howe
Catherine,
The photographs are great and especially the pot w/ leave is a study in line... what poetry!
The spine of the leaf lengthens the spine of the vase.
What a wonderful bouquet!
"the leaves had been there all along but I had been so absorbed by clay and kiln I had forgotten to notice what the trees were writing". Catherine : Love that image "what the trees were writing" and your solstice
photo, the way the vein of the leaf looks like an extension of the vase, the way the veins of the leaves compliment the ridges of the vase and colors blend into one another.
Marilyn