DH and I went to Carlyn's this afternoon, one of Dallas' best arts and crafts gallery. We looked at just about everything, and soon were having a very pleasant conversation with Wendy D. who was the "Sunday girl" before the holiday.
I fell in love with a bowl.
DH pleased himself by pleasing me with its purchase.
This bowl is from the studio of Cheryl Williams. Wendy D gave me a photograph of the Clintons (both of them in the same place at the same time!!) in the White House with very much larger ones which are probably made with the same technique as mine. (Ms. Williams had to stop using one kind of gold leaf because the dust was getting into her lungs and causing breathing problems. It wasn't until an MD couldn't understand why she was so congested that it occured to her that she was inhaling several carats a day.)
I've made pottery bowls and jars in the past. I know how hard it is to throw a decent shape, and keep it thin. I never learned to make my own glazes, but was opinionated about which of the available ones I would use. This artist's bowls are egg-shell thin. The exterior surfaces are lots of colors. The Gallerie only had mottled blue and turquoise. They are the colors I would most like to fall into to cure my sadness, loneliness or any sort of blues.
On an information sheet we were given, she writes that she thinks these bowls are like a lot of people, rough and colorful on the outside, and beautiful and shining on the inside.
Clay shaped by thoughtful hands, strengthened by trials of heat and fire. Isn't that pretty much like all of us?
I want to think so.
Otherwise, I'm just another material girl.
1 comment:
Lovely post. 'Nuff said.
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