Thanks for popping in. In a bid to switch off from work, and break the Nose-to-the-grindstone routine, I ventured out to my pottery studio this afternoon. I had started an Architectural sculpture course at the beginning of the year, but then things happened, and pottery got mothballed. Been missing from class pretty much the whole term. But the architectural project has been waiting patiently for me to find my mojo, and this afternoon it landed!
It comprises layers. They nest within one another, on integrated ledges. Like building blocks. Look…
There‘s one more tall cylinder to add, then I reckon that’ll do.
What is it? No idea. It was an exercise in nesting and layering. It was a Yoga for the mind. It required quite a lot of measuring and focus, and was actually a lot harder to construct than you would think.
Has it got a function? Errr….no. I guess you could stand very tall dried grasses in it! It would make a very leaky vase, since all the layers have holes in them! But does art always need to be functional? The process of making it was the function here, since I made this art piece when Dad died, and during the weeks leading up to the funeral. This afternoon, whilst working on it again, I spent a few hours thinking about Dad. There. That’s its function. It’s a tribute to Dad.
Quote for the day
Time to stop.
Barb x x x