…and still, I rise

This has to be one of the most life confirming poems. It is written by Maya Angelou.

May she rise, far and wide, in her new adventure.

www.annakeiller.com

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About Anna

I am a ceramic sculptor living on the South coast near London, England. My work is influenced by my experience of the earth as a living being and seeing how we are all connected with eachother and with the things that surround us. I create ceramic torsos using molochite clay which I often smokefire in galvanised dustbins. I also make House Gods to protect and amuse, and Fat Birds - little smokefired sculptures that tell the story about what it is like to be a fat bird at peace with its surroundings.
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2 Responses to …and still, I rise

  1. PP says:

    What a wonderful, gorgeous, vibrant woman. She cut quite a swathe through my teenaged life. I didn’t know she had died. I shall look for a particularly bright and naughty star to appear in the sky.

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