Pots . . . are a way of thinking about bodies, the figure, space, and architecture. These are the essential questions of form.
Each workday when I go to assemble slabs of clay I've cut out the night before, I discover in the haphazard conditions of temperature and humidity, the possible forms from a pattern, depending on the wetness of the clay. Sometimes the clay sags, and the pot has a wet sloped slippery look, other days I arrive just in time to assemble shoe leather hard slabs into rigid rectilinear boxes.
Each workday when I go to assemble slabs of clay I've cut out the night before, I discover in the haphazard conditions of temperature and humidity, the possible forms from a pattern, depending on the wetness of the clay. Sometimes the clay sags, and the pot has a wet sloped slippery look, other days I arrive just in time to assemble shoe leather hard slabs into rigid rectilinear boxes.
This idea of perfect form, and proportion, halves, thirds, quarters, fifths, fibonacci ratios . . makes me wonder about Johannes Kepler who saw in the design of the stars, and the relation of the stars to the design of individual mens lives, a much greater design . . . .
Were the thinkers of old asking larger questions than we do today?
