…and still, I rise

Posted on May 28, 2014 by Anna

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.

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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:
    May 29, 2014 at 8:00 am

    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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