Photograph taken by bending the card into a three dimensional curved form to emulate the physical properties of the clay.
I prefer that those appreciating my artworks might fully understand my interest in clay works such as this jug pictured. For clarification I’d like to share some of my reasons for loving clay works.
Firstly my hometown is quite literally referenced upon natural red clay itself. The area surrounding my birthplace is also notable for its Middle Ages trade in pottery. The jug dated sometime between the 12th to the 14th Century, sketch pictured, is on display at my local city museum.
It’s delightful to me that my early art classes included much clay making using my middle school’s professional kiln and glazes. Metal, wood, textiles and paper mache classes would all become a regular part of my week to week schooling growing up into high school.
17th July 1986 is the date I completed a pottery piece for my Grandad George. Even though my Grandad George passed away 2007 I still have that very pottery I gave to him in 1986. He kept it proudly on his windowsill for years where the Hills smile gently upon the Plains.
My early pottery piece makes me laugh to this day, particularly describing his exceptional sense of humour.
Love of clay works, to me, is all about an existential sense of Continuity.
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