Often when I walk into the studio and I happen to be the first to arrive that day, I’ll walk along the aisle of the artists studios or the shelves stocked with artwork in various stages of completion.
There’s a stillness to the place that is lit by the morning sun and shines on forms molded by hands, turned on a wheel, created with a brush, covered with wax or paint or glaze.
These forms are living entities imbued with grace, elegance, whimsy, irony, anger, lust, greed, sorrow. Once you know to look, it is a gratifying realm to see. Sometimes I forget to look, to pay attention, but then I know where to find it again.
Coming through this space I see the life within us humans, and see the talents and inventiveness in which we are given.
And here in this stillness there is something else, a conversation, an imagination of communication beyond spoken word – as moving as the hallelujah chorus or as lively as a zoo. There are creatures from all walks, from elephants, tigers, and cats, to fish and lures for fishing; from octopus, roosters, horses to torsos, breasts, and sassy creamers.
And food, life forms of sustenance.
We find our inspiration everywhere, we keep it with us in our studios, cars, purses, pockets. We treasure our stones for their coloration and texture, along with wood and ceramic.
There are remnants of unfinished work that grace us daily in their naturally chosen spot, I think they may have actually picked that spot for themselves, their dwelling.
How often we come across art in our lives — handmade, natural, purchased, found, bestowed — and once we’ve placed it in the right spot within our home, our studio, or on our desk, we can feel their existence, they speak to us, jar us, pull us out of our harried disposition; or they remind us to smile.
Yet this placement has nothing to do with color coordination, though it may, nothing to do with wall or counter space, for isn’t there always enough room for artwork you love; but maybe instead just the way the light falls into place around the artwork that you just happen to place there in that spot, or how it catches your attention every time you look towards a room, or how it holds together a corner in mystic significance.