So in love with the view from my studio window, and the worship continues. I stare at the walls, I dance round the floor, I talk to the parrots – sometimes I make plaques. Sometimes I smoke fire them in my trusty dustbin outside.
Point is, I still haven’t a clue what I am looking at. It is still on the outside of me; the view is a view is a view. It is something I look at but the moment I turn away, it becomes a memory. I can’t seem to capture the essence of what I feel when I look out the window.
It amuses me and it makes me mad by turns.
Anyway, this is a plaque, glazed and ready to go into the smoke barrel.
and here is it after having being smoke fired
It cracked, but getting closer, perhaps.
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