the canvas and the clay

the canvas and the clay

the canvas and the clay




the canvas of the clay

the canvas and the clay

the canvas and the clay

the canvas and the clay




the canvas of the clay

the canvas and the clay

the canvas and the clay

the canvas and the clay




the canvas of the clay

the canvas as clay

variation one

the veins spread

growing and reaching

reaching and growing

i let them consume me

the canvas as clay

variation two

a willing infection

in an interest of partnership

the chunks

refusing to forget their solid form in an exchange
for what could be

waves of waves
clay of clay






dancing to a fresh creation as the waves turn to water the clayish dirt

taking what was

There is something inherently comforting about clay. The smoothness of how the squishy substance moulds to my hand. Or perhaps how my hand moulds to the clay. A ritual which becomes rhythmic.

In the moulding and the making, the clay surprises me.

Perhaps I like the clay because it allows me to believe I am the potter. Allowing me to micro manage what I create.

And yet, there is a duality in the process.

The Clay has a language of its own. a language of cracks, lines, textures. of lumps. of colour. a language which is humbling. a language which i seek to understand. writing it on paper to help record what is being said. i attempt to transcribe some sort of mushy substance.


There is a balancing
In the craft

One where the clay brings out the patterns and marks in me, ones which are otherwise hardly noticeable to see. as i speak to its enlivened matter the clay assumes various identities. yet remains intrinsically clayish. respecting and allowing it to be.

I explore the inter-relations between my humanness and its more-than-humanness.

There is a type of weak performance at play.

The practice of acknowledging how in the face of environmental transformation we ‘shouldn’t immediately know what to do.’

Therefore, each human and non-human collaborator have the opportunity to reveal how they are ‘entangled, complex and always in flux.’

So there is a watching and learning and observing

an invitation to slow the process.

i let them consume me

see the waves
majestic as they come
waves of clay toward my mind's horizon

see

them

dance

for a
new beginning

Timothy Morton 2018

Minty Donald 2019

variation three

the canvas as clay