Wednesday 30 September 2009

WingedPotters

beak made bowl, clay/earth and bird spittle
The nest filled with down feathers
Detail of nest, coloured feather enhanced

Each September the swallows return to the safety of the veranda
they fly around and find a place for their annual nest building
this year they rebuilt an old nest
which a few days later, fell onto my day bed.
They started all over again
as if nothing happened
their aim, a nest, whatever the cirumstance

"To be made visible by the sight of another" anne michaels

Monday 28 September 2009

SpringSpringingIntoAction


this image greeted us at the car park of
'the Garden of St. Erth'
where we viewed a garden about to explode
into spring extravagance
Everything was restrained,
held back,
but ready to bloom into a myriad of colours
mid October should be a good time to visit

thought: they are great gardeners, but lousy coffee makers

"every flower is a watercolour" anne michaels

Tuesday 22 September 2009

TheReceiver

On the way home from a journey to the coast
the evening before the Spring Equinox
I noted the moon in the sky
a golden bowl drifting slowly down to the horizon
while contemplating the absolute beauty of that
I remembered my time with the Pueblo Indians
who called this manifestation of the moon
'The Receiver'
(which set me off on the path to making bowls)

The next morning I noted the evidence
of the bowl spilling its gold into the landscape

"The Best Is Yet To Come........"


Monday 7 September 2009

softPencilDrawing

Yesterday, on a different way home,
from elsewhere and otherness,
I came across this wonderful, and surprisingly poetic, image.
A copse of willow trees.
It inspired the artist in me
with its soft pencil drawing like quality.
A minor moment of beauty awe

"Get outside everyday. Miracles are waiting everywhere"