In 1819 Percy Bysshe Shelley wrote, “the mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being.”
Is the role of the artist to commit themselves to peering through the mist and to re-present the familiar in a way that rekindles wonder?
hands, clay and nature
In 1819 Percy Bysshe Shelley wrote, “the mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being.”
Is the role of the artist to commit themselves to peering through the mist and to re-present the familiar in a way that rekindles wonder?
I am happy with the new work. It feels odd to say that. I’m used to feeling full of doubt,
It was the coldest, bleakest part of this last winter. That was when my right arm was gripped with such intense pain that I had to stop working with the clay. I was not happy! But it turned out that this was an opportunity to completely rethink my making process.
The Giving Bowls have just raised over £350 for the Stroud District Foodbank. I’m delighted. They seems to have found a real purpose in life, and their development is a story that is still giving life lessons to me.
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