Proportion is a funny thing. When a form is proportionately in harmony is vibrates a sort of calm serene quality, a piece sings when it is just so. Balance. Balance is something we strive for in life (something a stomach flu has confounded) and is something I strive for in my work. Balance does not mean symmetrical. Balance can be found in a handle askew or a rim dented. There is no formula (though many may say differently, the Greeks for example). I have been trying to find the right proportions.
I find that in the onslaught of rash production, as for the Christmas season, I can become a bit blinded by numbers. My friend Geri comments that potters are always counting, 20 mugs, 10 bowls, 12 plates… 8 handles and a partridge in a pear tree. Where as numbers can be blinding they also are what it takes to find the sweet ratio.
Upon finishing the Hume Craft Fair I remember saying “I can’t wait for next Christmas”. I was so excited to make this body of work that I had in mind for so long. But now I can’t wait for it to get better.