After several dreary days, the sun graciously poked out for about five minutes today, and I thankfully lapped it up. Now at this hour it's back to a dreary cloudy day. So I figured I needed a tea break and this teabag happens to say it all for me. Every choice I make in each piece of clay I shape at the wheel has a trace of myself in it.I like Terry Gess' thoughts over making pots: "Over the years of steadily making, marking and firing pots, something distinctively myself has slipped into the process. It's a sensibility as intangible and basic to me as the way in which I hold the salt shaker when I tilt it to pour, how I turn the pages of a book or how I kick my potter's wheel."
4 comments:
you should make this a postcard.
fo'real doe.
Beutiful cup...
The tea bag was made for your cup! Thank you also for sharing Terry Gess' comments. They capture the evolution of the potter perfectly.
I was kind of thinking along those same lines, Kyle, like making a small card to give to people who buy my work that says that. You think it's patented?
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