For so many years I have been driven by the dream of travel. Here in Virginia immersed in my daily habits of walks, weeding and studio I try to see my local landscape with the eye of a traveler. I have trained my eye to see the color of the horizon or the distant mountain range as something that resonates with my pottery tablescapes or the daily path between house and studio. The color of travel has became an emotion for me. This year I have been lucky to visit Montana twice, Tasmania, and Maine and am about to imbibe North Carolina. The colors have shifted from the hue of where I might never go to the shades of where I have been and the textures of where I have worked and the dreams of where I might return.
"For many years, I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not. And the color of where you can never go."
― Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost
― Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost
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