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I love her work

'that the clay pot
lay in shards / that the dry flowers were cast
across the rug - ancient seeds, crumbs -
such mornings
and the light reached all the way into the dark'

Ann Lauterbach - Tangled Reliquary

troubled

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'If from the experience of torture any knowledge at all remains that goes beyond the plain nightmarish, it is that of a great amazement and a foreignness in the world that cannot be compensated by any sort of subsequent human communication.'

Améry - "Torture" in At the Mind's Limits

'I believe we learn to know by doing what we care about, and that this doing is the best route to a life well spent. The relation between doing, knowing, and caring is embedded in reciprocity; and reciprocity is contingent on receptivity.'

Ann Lauterbach - Introduction to The Night Sky

'How shall we hold on, when everything bright falls away?
How shall we know what calls us
when what’s past remains what’s past
And unredeemed,'

Charles Wright - A Journal of the Year of the Ox

'But how describe the world seen without a self? There are no words. Blue, red–even they distract, even they hide with thickness instead of letting the light through. How describe or say anything in articulate words again?'

Woolf - The Waves

All definitions of emptiness
are inverse.
I cannot say what it is, I can only say what it is not.
I cannot describe its essence, I can describe only its effects.
Although emptiness is nothing, not even a space,
it produces spaces.

Manner: Chromatic Levels

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On the 7th day we rest our hands and read our books.

I don't know what it is about Graham's poetry. Can only ever read a few lines and need to let them sink in. To think about them, to understand their strength and to get to know the insight.

Lois Dodd - Cow Parsnip (1996)

Lois Dodd - Rainy Window, NYC (2014)

Lois Dodd - Trees and Rocks in Snow covered outcropping (1977)

Lois Dodd - Eclipse in seven stages (1997)

Lois Dodd - Framing the Ephemeral

Really really interesting. I found it very encouraging to see her paintings.

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YouTube video by Vilma Henkelman Vilma Henkelman - Biggest bowl on a potter's wheel - 2000

yes.
i love how she walks around it and looks at it.

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Vilma Henkelman - hoge gedraaide vaas (1980)
www.vilmahenkelman.nl
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the hague the beautiful

that's maybe enough for a week.

Gutte Eriksen, Denmark. Bowl on foot in glazed stoneware. Raku burnt technique. 1960's.

Gutte Eriksen, Denmark. Bowl on foot in glazed stoneware. Raku burnt technique. 1960's.

New clay

Top up. About 200kg. I have a bonus card. Do you wanna use your points they asked.

Of ghosts and angels: The Painted Room by Inger Christensen Recently re-issued by New Directions, Denise Newman’s translation of Inger Christensen’s 1976 novella The Painted Room might at first appear to be somewhat more conventional than the Danish poet’s …

Of ghosts and angels: The Painted Room by Inger Christensen, translated by Denise Newman #WITMonth
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I want to make a celadon but less murky one and maybe with less speckle. Probably not easy. This was woodfired 2yrs ago. Celadon to me always has been the colour of eternity. Replacing the element. I love that it is called element.

Lots n lots of pots
So many. Gone through half a ton of clay in the last week or two. My potempire. I have more ideas of things i want to make. But maybe the element is going. Hopefully not yet.

So deep in potland. Dont want to come out.

'I left the protection
of my plan & my
thinking. I let my self
go. Is this hope I

thought. Light fled.
We have a world
to lose I thought.
Summer fled.'

Jorie Graham - On the Last Day

the one for discipline

'We cannot even imagine how to be humble.'

Agnes Martin

'I wish the idea of time would drain out of my cells and leave me
quiet even on this shore.'

Agnes Martin

I made white. I call it tu white (tu= transcendental unity. Kant is white).

#inthenewstudio
#research

'The underside of the leaf
Cool in shadow
Sublimely unemphatic
Smiling of innocence

The frailest stems
Quivering in light
Bend and break
In silence

This poem, like the paintings, is not really about nature. It is not
what is seen. It is what is known forever in the mind.'

Agnes Martin - Writings

I have exchange my driving licence for a Dutch one and they made me do a medical test and it wasnt easy, but i passed it and they have given me back everything which is nice.
Little lady has a truck driving licence. Still dont much like driving.

#nodrivingundertheinfluenceobviously

thank you, very much kind, i've already been sent one. thank you again.

Agnes Martin - This Rain (1958)

Agnes Martin - This Rain (1958)

how i wish i had bought her 'writings' when it came out. how much i want to read it now.

I really like making pots