There is a conversation that happens between the materials and myself during the construction of the piece.
With clay, it has his own memory, and then there is gravity. I have an idea of shape and form, a target.
The material informs me as I take apart slabs to reshape them, sometimes a side will collapse at that moment I just have to accept that this form wants to be this and not that. Sometimes, too much stress is built into the piece and the shape changes in the kiln. That's where memory in clay seems to show up. When carving bricks I will carve each one individually and even though the symbols and stories flow together after the firing process and reassembly they're always a little different than I had imagined.
I enjoyed this conversation with the materials to embrace the little accidents.
See the results here.
Throwing on the blanket.
Roll, roll, roll your clay.
Always accept what shapes come.
Voids no more.
All the pieces that makes this whole thing whole.
The wood texture always says something different.
A batch of patch.
Always forming the forms.