Birds of Dawn

Beckon the wayfaring birds of dawn,
Hungry eyes are upon you with lazy remit,
slow…
persistent…
Move on singing peers, for the unknown is safer than being here.

 

Velvet Dawn

“Lift the lid of velvet dawn, night lowing at raven wing, pine needle rustle, the story fades, ripples on the night.
Lay victim to the subconscious, sweet dreamer.”

 

Which is Which

Which is it?
Does our
Desperation makes us braver than our Desire…
or does our
Desire make us braver than our Desperation?

Wiseman / Wise Man

It doesn’t take a wiseman to figure out what not to do in life…

It takes a wise man to not do it.

Sketchbook

The Dreaming Rock

“The dream must be vivid and continuous”…
“The dream must be vivid and continuous”….
“The dream must be vivid and continuous”…

To say this with belief and conviction does not make this so.

I do not desire to tell others what to believe.

I do not paint reality.

I am not a story teller.

I do not get to sit next to my audience and fill in the details.

I am a craftsman and an Artist, laying a playful trap to engage another’s thoughts, pull them away from the reality of the “now”, giving them a small gift of detachment.

I give abstractions laced with naive references to hidden narratives.

It’s the viewers task to pull apart the threads and discover themselves in the Dreaming Stones.

Sex, Death, and FireFlies

OK… I’d like to speak to the life of the Gentleman Maker for a moment.

I spend my days hoping to balance out the trivialities of a day to day mundane working life with the grace and beauty of Art.

It would be nice to say that work like this simply springs out of my head,
an idea fully formed and polished,
but not only would that be untruthful, but it would be uninteresting as well.

Ideas need space to play,
space to test themselves and develop,
  and most importantly,
permission to fail before they are brought into the conversation.

Testing and poking everything into place.
Clay bodies, slips, glazes, compositions, stencils, line quality, designs, forms…
The challenge of it all.

When I stop and look back, I’m amazed that this magic of processes driven alchemy works at all.

Until next time…
It’s back into the garden to daydream of testing my ideas against the processes and possibilities of function and fire…