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From The Book. xxii.0014


Pen and Ink Sketches from The Journal of Painter and Sculptor , Mark M. Mellon

I have had a want to create a suite of ceramic discs....

platters....

large plates....

whatever you'd like to call them

;

with a circular band of figures - the compositions speaking a narrative, singing a melody of unknown myths.

The want has escalated to desiring a suite of odd cups and vessels and boat like ceramic clay objects.... textured and broken, old but new, with dialog , imagery and unknown text of the ancient tongues we only remember in the ancient cells within our physical forms.

Terra Cotta....

Stoneware...

glazes....

raku....

all of it,

whatever.


New things are on the horizon for the upcoming cycle of earth and our stars slow and minimal dance.


~m

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