David Woof on sat 3 dec 05
Gosh Mel, Dropping things down ice fishing holes.... Just recieved a muse of
nostaliga for the great northern midwest. Camping out at Kurt's Pigeon Lake
primative fire workshops, Mel's 3:00 AM stories, feburary studio parties
perscribed for winter doldrums, and midsummer fire rings; everyone
handbuiding whistle "feelies" to dry and fire in the coals thru the wee hrs.
while ideas and other convivialities flow freely. Some folks Smudge to
cleanse and chase evil spirits (energies), we smudged to drive away those
little winged buzzers intent on carying off our vital organs.
Back to the point of this: Primative fire does indeed get us in touch with
the earth and fire of clay art. supriseing perceptions come our way during
these activities. The more so, the more open and receptive without
preconcieved expectation we bring ourselves there. A true mini vision quest
if you will.
Perceptions and understandings to influence our approach back in the studio,
friendships old and new forged, and rebirthed in these fires.
These activities are alive and well here in Arizona, as I expect elsewhere
as well. Just wanted to add encouragement to preserve and expand this vital
facet of the clay experience.
And to the clay family back home, when the snow is up to your waist and you
can't see over the snow banks except for those little yellow balls on every
auto antenne; take a break, come out to my place, we'll sit outside in our
shirt sleeves under balmy sun, makeing clay things while watching it snow on
the mountains seven minutes away by 4 wheel drive. This is a sincere
invitation. 928-821-3747
David Woof
peering over the edge, reverently taking an irreverent look at everything.
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