So I might have to rephrase that -
I cant make a mistake in clay.
I only say it that way because I don't think mistakes exist, rather its part of a becoming.
if I had a particular ideal and was striving towards it... it'd be easy to find the mistakes (figurative sculptors, my heart goes out to you). But I like the discovery of a journey and find a finished piece is finished when its full of personality.
It's a friendly way to approach the making process I suppose. ... humanises the maturing of a work, as if it was becoming itself, rather than what I want.
This approach only really works because I have the distance between the piece, the kiln and me. A distance of time and space... could I call the kiln a nursery ?
Intense nursery!
But then - it would have to be - these materials have spewed from the core of our planet, as old as the rock itself.
When I think about the monumental scale that is referenced in ceramics - I feel a responsibility to communicate the link we have to our environment. Actions and reactions - we make it and everything is in a process of some kind. ... in flux
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