Form is nothing but an instant within a transition.
—Henri Bergson
[Quoted in “Georges Jouve The Creator,” Georges Jouve: Minimalist Ceramic Works (L’Arc Seine New York Gallery, 2005) exhibition catalog.]
Showing posts with label ceramics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ceramics. Show all posts
12.17.2016
7.14.2010
hand built
Quote found today at the Ken Matsuzaki exhibit at Pucker Gallery on Newbury Street in Boston:
I spent twenty years throwing on the wheel, but eventually I left it to hand-build, one-by-one, the forms I had in my heart. I began to think that it was important to first know what I wanted to make and only then worry about developing the techniques by which to achieve it.
—Ken Matsuzaki, Burning Tradition: Ceramics by Ken Matsuzaki, exhibit catalogue Pucker Gallery in Boston, June 2008, translated by Andrew L. Maske
I spent twenty years throwing on the wheel, but eventually I left it to hand-build, one-by-one, the forms I had in my heart. I began to think that it was important to first know what I wanted to make and only then worry about developing the techniques by which to achieve it.
—Ken Matsuzaki, Burning Tradition: Ceramics by Ken Matsuzaki, exhibit catalogue Pucker Gallery in Boston, June 2008, translated by Andrew L. Maske
Labels:
ceramics,
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hand work,
heart,
ken matsuzaki,
pottery,
techniques
8.21.2009
the secrets
The Secrets of Poetry
Very long ago when the exquisite celadon bowl
that was the mikado’s favorite cup got broken,
no one in Japan had the skill and courage
to mend it. So the pieces were taken back
to China with a plea to the emperor
that it be repaired. When the bowl returned,
it was held together with heavy iron staples.
The letter with it said they could not make it
more perfect. Which turns out to be true.
—Linda Gregg, All of it Singing: New & Selected Poems (Graywolf Press, 2008)
Very long ago when the exquisite celadon bowl
that was the mikado’s favorite cup got broken,
no one in Japan had the skill and courage
to mend it. So the pieces were taken back
to China with a plea to the emperor
that it be repaired. When the bowl returned,
it was held together with heavy iron staples.
The letter with it said they could not make it
more perfect. Which turns out to be true.
—Linda Gregg, All of it Singing: New & Selected Poems (Graywolf Press, 2008)
Labels:
ceramics,
china,
linda gregg,
perfect,
quote
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