For now,
Here’s a poem about our sturdy friend rose hip….
WINTER FIRE
Don’t you mind
Being in the
Cold all that while?
Or does your
Fire red skin
Keep you warm?
Susan Wells Rose Hip Vase 4.25″ x 2.5″ wood-fired ceramic
I’m taking steps to keep myself occupied with work and not on all the harassments of minding a household. Really, I like keeping house, but it’s not at the top of my list. Making sculptures is. I am easily distracted by ironing, cleaning floors, cleaning closets and other yummy things to do to dive into a new year properly.
I’m making a lady out of clay. She’s been gently knocking on my door of sculpture-making for a number of years now. And now she’s everywhere. In front of me, in every section of my peripheral vision and plus in a book given to me by a friend:
Illuminations which is the story of Hildegard von Bingen’s written by Mary Sharratt. Hildegard was a Benedictine Abbess, herbalist and seer.
This story makes me frightened to make even one of the sculptures that has landed on my wagon of imagination. Someone might brick me into the side of a monastery for 30 years if I do. I didn’t have to read about that sort of thing either just to get a notion of fear. It’s in my genetic code. Passed down by my mothers.
But there’s no getting around it.
I noticed there’s a lot of ignore about what we have done to women’s ways. And I’m bored of that. And plus, I’m bored of angry sentiments about our history and am more interested in
creating a new.
It may take a while. I don’t know. But I do know that I have about a billion ideas for sculptures of women’s ways that I like.
And I hope to show you one day.
