Today at Omen a friend asked Mikio about rectangular plates I have made for the restaurant. He pulled out some porcelain plates I made in 1983. I remember being struck by how different these plates looked in the light of my studio versus the ambiance of subdued light reflecting off of the rich brown brick walls of Omen. White clay rose sparkling against the dark wood table. I told my friend about a dinner when we used them in the summer of 1984. How the eggplant was served and who was there. She said, "now I can see how your memory cracks open like a nut. It triangulates food, place, and season."
"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night."
--Galileo Galilei
"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night."
--Galileo Galilei
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