Lamination arches
from form, bowed in the firing, so daylight appears between its cracks, caverns
and splits in the firing, The eye tries to understand what it sees when folds
and curves make shadow. It constantly plays over it to create familiarity. It
is as if he eye recasts the image, which seems to be moving, to understand it.
This establishes the statement, it depends on your point of view. Such
composition has a range of meaning and association, from more simple but
improbable Flowers from Rock to curvilinear figures not quite named, like a
woman a flower or abstract. The eye tries to make these deconstructions of a
vessel look like something it recognizes, stressed and broken attempts to fall
and stand at the same time, pots as people go against all odds and heroically
oppose, or bow the head, the knee, and excite sympathy. Many of these did fall,
implode, collapse in the stretching intended to enhance their lines.
Why were
they pushed to such extremes? Some can't raise their hands because they don't
have arms or just stumps for arms in these days. Those who raise hands may not
all get them all the way up from the weight or
maybe they are prevented. There
are all kinds of postures in hands raised, just like there are all kinds of
reasons for raising them. Surrender is implied, and praise. Also sacrifice.
Those without hands are the most poignant if we imagine we can see the heads
and the bodies, as if the arms and hands were wrapped as if they were armed and
militarized security forces get them ambiguous, concealing something under
their cloaks. Beating hearts. Some of these may be considered Protest Jars
silently witnessing. These ideas, called minimalist and abstract expressionist,
arise in conversation like Legends of the Unconscious, not yet written exactly,
with many sources of vacancy and presence, vacancy of the design and designer,
presence of the flows of the natural. But making and repeating patterns to
identify work as recognizable of a certain style is a betrayal of vacancy.
Making by erosion, breakage, eruption, gravity, is vacancy. The world is before
us, but the pot remains after. Ask what he will do tomorrow if he had success
today. The answer is there is no time and what is done is done before, during
and after.
To get
these kings you have to get the attitude. Here Faisal is undergoing his beauty
treatment in pride and power. It is noteworthy the British have so warmed their
royals. The word king hardly appears. It's all babies and beauties. Stability
you know, masks. Other potentates suffer their pride of manhood. There's
nothing behind a Saudi prince. Abdulla, Farouk, Faisal, Farouk lands
the fat cats in trouble. Outlaws in bandanas with the top down pull up
next him at stoplights, taunt: King Farouk! King Farouk!
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