There was a time - a very special humble time (sang to the tune of “There was a boy”) - yes.
There was a time. And there definitely is still a boy. That makes clay with me sometimes. And usually - it was always - that he would do it alone. I have nick knacks now because of the boy. I have a few of them - in my house.
What for did I make these things. And why - oh god. How ghastly did I paint them with felt tip acrylic pens. Well that’s the story - you will now discover…but first - A little picture of our domestic environment:
I should really find a close up of that clay statue standing on the table there which is my main piece. It was a statue of me. I will make sure I deliver nice shots of it.
It also acts as an incense burner. But never mind first - the nick knacks.
I made several. I think I was delivering myself from a state of disease and I really liked the way that the indigenous played with colour and how I - just kind of - pictured myself in the piece of clay and got it - going. Till one day it - produced me.
It did. It produced me back to me. I will feature the special statue in the top picture shortly. When I get a good photo of it.
Basically before I delivered that statue - I was looking for the clay to speak me back to me. And once it did (the statue of the siren) I totally forgot how to even - make it. It was done. It was gone. It left me.
So it was a developmental project of sorts. In the clay is a soul. And as you ask it a special question it brings back a memory or a kind of fractal of you. And then it is done. It is a small window - the making of an object out of clay - but it works.
To me it still is a magic art.
I will post another entry especially for the magical creatures I have created with clay. Just the early stages. Lets see what photos I can dig up.
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