Fall in the studio: our first time making side by side, trying out our ideas, passing works back and forth, making suggestions on proportions, assisting each other through the technical aspects of making with clay and approaching surface in new ways and old. All pieces awaiting a woodfiring, when we finally get some rain.
A few weeks ago in New Hope, Pennsylvania at the Nakashima Foundation for Peace.
Honored and humbled to hear Mira Nakashima uphold her family’s legacy in craft and in practice; and even more touched, as we seldom get to hear first hand through the lens of a Japanese American, whom like my late maternal grandparents, were interned during World War II.
Then, to starting anew out East and laying the groundwork for a lifetime devoted to the rebuilding of a sensibility, the handmade, and creation of work and space that we so fortunately had the pleasure of occupying on this very special day in June.
learning about ‘tamba-fu’ and the beauty of hand spun, hand dyed cotton and totally enamored by the endless variations of color in the formation of lines, stripes & checks
