Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Anagama fired work, Oct 2012



















four poems for the full moon



The gentle warmth 
enlivens the hands

With each breath,
the gentle kiss of steam
upon my face


In this night
without the moon,
all color is blown away
with the passing clouds

yet I remain
slowly sipping tea
from a hollowed stone



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Catch the gentle breeze
of the empty night

Open your hand,

what is it you see
slipping through 
your fingers?



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Seeking the honest light
of true nature

Mistakenly, I've followed
for countless setting suns


On this night
shining through my window

The moon's reflection
in my cup

there,
all along



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Mistakenly,
I move my seat 
to keep the moon
in view

Yet again, 
upon opening my eyes,
its light has blown away
by the passing clouds






Saturday, November 24, 2012

redirect

I've created an additional blog where I will post updates/thoughts regarding the kiln. You can follow by clicking the link here.



Motives

Time and Place: Constructing an Experimental Anagama


     In May, 2011 I moved from Eastern Iowa to Central Virginia to begin what has now evolved into an ongoing investigation of the relationship between artist, time, and place. I have been highly inspired by objects conveying an imperfect form of beauty that convey the presence of simplicity, transformation and erosion. This interest has fueled a passion for wood fired ceramics, particularly in the genre of firing unglazed wares for natural ash effects. I find that this method speaks of the larger, universal laws of change within nature. In the end, I wish to view my work more as a form of documenting these changes than as objects carrying traditional functions. 
     Like so many others before me, I find profound expressions in the complex surfaces of medieval Japanese yakishime (works fired to high temperatures without applied glaze.) While I actively seek these surfaces in my own work, it is from the belief that the qualities impinged on clay by fire and ash are universal. Much like the Japanese aesthetics of wabi (rustic simplicity) and sabi (beauty found in time and patina,) these surfaces are beyond time and culture. Although originating in one place as a result of a specific social context, the uninhibited presence of these aesthetics can be felt around the world.
     There is much argument over the issues of appropriating influence from different sources in contemporary ceramics. We have an online access to information, images, and techniques that artists have never before seen - making it all to easy to grab ideas employed by other cultures from different times.
     I am constantly reminded by my older mentors that:
          'in order for work to be meaningful it must be relevant to one's own unique time and culture, not the simple recreation of forms from a distant country or time period.' 
     In my experience I have found that there is no more meaningful method of producing work that is relevant to one's own time and place than through the committed use of indigenous clays excavated and processed by hand, local fuel sources that are personally harvested, split and stacked, and firing kilns whose many bricks have passed through your own hands.
      In this cycle, one becomes dependent on the land, looking to it not only for inspiration but for the fundamental materials of his or her craft. In the realm of unglazed, high fired wares these materials speak freely of their interactions and transformations - thus resulting in objects which uninhibitedly carry the true expressions of time and place.
     It is for this reason that I have sought the construction of a personal anagama created entirely from salvaged materials of my location. By using bricks from abandoned kilns, clay from a local deposit, and earth and stones from a hillside for insulation and buttressing, it is my intention that the kiln will carry the same expressions of time and place as the work to be fired within its walls.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Untitled


An entire life
spent building a palace -

yearning to live 
on the mountain's summit.

What name shall I build
for myself?

All I've needed
I found in a single blade of grass
years ago.

Let me be the wind 
that moves fields and stone. 

Monday, September 17, 2012

Waking



Do you sleep
buried beneath
the forgotten dream-

longing to emerge
from the shadows
of the morning light?


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Constant State




Parched by the sun
Blown by the winds
Forgotten by the snow

The field grass always returns
to its constant state






Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Searching



Looking to the oncoming night
for my reflection.

Am I neither the bell,
nor the ring?

Neither the eye,
nor the sight?

Neither the lung,
nor the breath?



Startled by the sound of a deer
bolting through the field beside me


Remind me,
For what I was searching?

Friday, August 17, 2012

Trivial Nature



A week of clouds
now passed beyond,
revealing the trivial nature
of a single life
while viewing the stars

On the window,
the spider's web,

The entire universe
trapped in its threads

Time

Measuring time 
by the chattering of leaves,

Where does the morning go
when the wind is still?




Friday, August 10, 2012

Baltimore Clayworks Cup Fundraiser

Baltimore Clayworks is hosting a cup fundraiser open in their gallery and online from August 11-Sept 1. Artists from all over the country have donated pieces to sell. Proceeds to to BCWs program.

If you're in the Baltimore area visit their gallery and vote for your favorite (such as the three by yours truly, for instance) or click here to access the cups on their facebook page and vote by 'liking' an artist's photos. The artist with the most votes is eligible to win a solo show. Help spread the word and support this great cause!







Identity



Signing my name -
a circle drawn in wet clay

Who is it that speaks
of a thousand years?

Surely I have seen nothing close

Hushed by the gusting wind
my voice is carried away

like a leaf now half buried
in the clay bed


Friday, August 3, 2012

Digging Clay


In each handful
roots of trees now years deceased
the sound of their leaves
still rustling in the wind

stones of the toppled mountain-
an elegy, for even the strongest
become weak with time

rivers of spring rains
now dried and cracked
loosened by the footprint
of those passing by
unaware of the entire universe
beneath their feet. 


Wednesday, August 1, 2012

May - July 2012 Work


Teabowl
Native White Clay
Wood Fired to cone 12
Natural Ash Glaze


Teabowl
Native White Clay
Wood Fired to cone 12
Shino Glaze


Bowl
Native Red Clay
Multiple Wood Firings


Teabowl
Native Red Clay
Wood/Soda Fired
Natural Ash Glaze


Teabowl
Native Red Clay
Wood Fired to cone 12
Natural Ash Glaze


Black Teabowl
Native White Clay
Wood Fired to cone 12
Natural Ash and Temmoku Glaze

Black Teabowl
*Detail*


Teabowl
Native Red Clay
Wood/Soda Fired
Natural Ash Glaze


Ember Buried Vessel
Native Red Clay
Wood Fired to Cone 12 
Natural Ash Glaze and Ember Contact


Urn
Native Red Clay
Wood Fired to Cone 12
Natural Ash Glaze and Ember Contact



Ember Buried Vessel
Native White Clay
Wood Fired to Cone 12
Natural Ash Glaze and Ember Contact



Ember Buried Vessel
Native Red Clay
Wood Fired to Cone 12
Natural Ash Glaze and Ember Contact



Ember Buried Vessel
Native Red Clay
Wood Fired to Cone 12
Natural Ash Glaze and Ember Contact



 Vessel
Native White Clay
Multiple Wood Fired to Cone 12
Natural Ash Glaze



Ember Buried Vessel
Native Red Clay
Wood Fired to Cone 12
Natural Ash Glaze and Ember Contact



Teabowl
Native White Clay
Multiple Wood Firings to Cone 12
Natural Ash Glaze


Ember Buried Teabowl
Native Red Clay
Wood Fired to Cone 12
Natural Ash Glaze and Ember Contact


Ember Buried Vessel
Native Red Clay
Wood Fired to Cone 12
Natural Ash Glaze and Ember Contact




Ember Buried Vessel
Native Red Clay
Wood Fired to Cone 12 
Natural Ash Glaze and Ember Contact

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Ineffable






























Through what means
is the ineffable transcribed?

Still the sky,
and open empty clouds.




Tuesday, July 10, 2012

New Items on Etsy

I've updated my online store with some new items from previous firings. I've been holding onto this teabowl for a fea months and now feel ready to let go to a new home.  Click the image below to visit my etsy store.


Monday, July 9, 2012

KCCG Teabowl National

I'll be sending this Tea Bowl to the Kansas City Clay Guild's Teabowl National. The exhibition is juried by Bede Clark and will be hosted at Thronhill Gallery on Avilia University's campus from August 17 to September 28th. For more information about the exhibition and to see all the accepted works please head over to the KCCG webpage at http://teabowlnational.weebly.com/ 

Looks like it will be a wonderful show. Happy to be a part of it.

Ember Buried Tea Bowl
Native Red Clay
Wood Fired to cone 11, Ember Buried in Firebox


Friday, June 22, 2012

At Crater Lake










A color
beyond belief-

I toss my mind
to the depths
of the lake. 


 


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Lost in the waters;
the entire universe
staring back at me.




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A breathless sigh
carved by the bitter wind;

A lone pine yearns
for the moon's reflection.





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