I Am DUST
So is my clay. My dust becomes part of my ceramic objects. That part of me will burn out in the kiln and leave a space, one that will endure along with the vessel through the ages until time washes us all way.
BODIES OF CLAY
The organic matter burns out completely so that a fired body retains nothing of the organic fragments that help to support it’s structure initially. Whatever micro-particles of hair, skin, of plant or of beast found their way into the mix completely burn out.
The spaces left behind though, provides the possibility for connection back to functioning with the environment. The organic matter provides the micro pockets and channels to facilitate the passage of water, the catalyst for expansion, degradation and the privilege awarded to organic forms to also submit to entropy.
Ceramic sculpture is currently the main focus of my artistic practice. I search for forms in the mud letting it dictate where it wants to go and attempt to give voice to these earthen bodies enduring through the rise and fall of civilisations. It whispers sweet nothings of times gone by, the concerns of now and promising that all will be cleansed through the entropy of time. We are naught but sentient earthen bodies of dust.