Woodside is a unique neighborhood with vast estates of old money and lots of new. I'm creating paintings and sculpture for a contemporary "farmhouse." The house, brand new, is a celebration of texture, surface and materials with the most beautiful tile work I've ever seen. Huge windows and doors open onto a woodland meadow surrounded by mature oaks. Woodside is also home to many horses, and a path borders the property.
I haven't thrown on the wheel since the summer before my last show. I've missed it terribly. The great thing about throwing is that it's seriously not possible to think about anything else while the wheel is spinning under my hands. The calmer and more still I am, the more effective the process. It's a metaphor of sorts. Things can only happen when I'm still enough to let them in.
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