It’s the Eleventh day of Christmas. I rarely talk about my clay work. I thought I would share these pieces with you and the story behind them. I have always been drawn to sculptural work. Many years ago, I was attending a ceramics conference and visited a large exhibit of both functional and sculptural clay work. A women, who I had never met, walked up to me saying that she had been watching me for the last half hour. She wondered what kind of artwork I made. I told her that I was a functional potter but loved sculpture. She said to me that after watching me for a half hour, she believed that I should focus on sculpture. It was clearly what I was interested in. That conversation has been bouncing around in my head for more than 15 years. So, with all of the things happening around me, I have been putting my toe into the deep end, just a little bit over the last several years.
These buildings are straight sided and bulging and times. The texture is to relate to our lakeshore. The lines that you see are the 30 (approximate) days in the month. The circle is the moon moving through your days. The person on top of some of the buildings are looking at the time spent and/or saying “Woo Hoo!!! That was a ride!!” The bird on top of the building with blue waves is thinking “Those crazy humans! What are they doing?!”. Several of the buildings have our Lake Michigan beach sand in the glaze. For some reason I am drawn to buildings, the texture of tree bark, water and sand movement.
It was late in December, the sky turned to snow
All round the day was going down slow
Night like a river beginning to flow
I felt the beat of my mind go
Drifting into time passages
Years go falling in the fading light
Time passages
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight
Well I’m not the kind to live in the past
The years run too short and the days too fast
The things you lean on are the things that don’t last
Well it’s just now and then my line gets cast into these
Time passages
There’s something back here that you left behind
Oh time passages
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight
Hear the echoes and feel yourself starting to turn
Don’t know why you should feel
That there’s something to learn
It’s just a game that you play
Well the picture is changing
Now you’re part of a crowd
They’re laughing at something
And the music’s loud
A girl comes towards you
You once used to know
You reach out your hand
But you’re all alone, in those
Time passages
Judith Townsend
Cyndi Dear, Your presentations of art and artists on line have given me many hours of pleasure and learning. We are moving back to Michigan this Spring and I’ll be able to see these items in the flesh! You do a fantastic job! XOXO Jude Townsend
Cyndi CAsemier
Hi Judy;
Thank you for the note. Shame on me for just responding to it. I hope your move happens smoothly. I very much look forward to seeing your more often. Hugs, Cyndi