Ground #30, 1994, Uta Barth www.getty.edu/art/exhibiti...

a chromatic statement www.youtube.com/watch?v=EK7u...

Charlie Collier - Ceramic Review May/June 2026

Anke Roder - Seafoam, Clouds & Wind 2025 panorama-mesdag.nl/en/see-and-d...

This morning there’s snow everywhere. —— As if we knew what the other was feeling. We don’t, of course. We never do. No matter. It’s the tenderness I care about. -Raymond Carver, from "The Gift" #everynightapoem #thismorning

'that the clay pot lay in shards / that the dry flowers were cast across the rug - ancient seeds, crumbs - such mornings and the light reached all the way into the dark' Ann Lauterbach - Tangled Reliquary

troubled fortlaufen.blogspot.com/2025/09/as-t...

'If from the experience of torture any knowledge at all remains that goes beyond the plain nightmarish, it is that of a great amazement and a foreignness in the world that cannot be compensated by any sort of subsequent human communication.' Améry - "Torture" in At the Mind's Limits

'I believe we learn to know by doing what we care about, and that this doing is the best route to a life well spent. The relation between doing, knowing, and caring is embedded in reciprocity; and reciprocity is contingent on receptivity.' Ann Lauterbach - Introduction to The Night Sky

'How shall we hold on, when everything bright falls away? How shall we know what calls us when what’s past remains what’s past And unredeemed,' Charles Wright - A Journal of the Year of the Ox

'But how describe the world seen without a self? There are no words. Blue, red–even they distract, even they hide with thickness instead of letting the light through. How describe or say anything in articulate words again?' Woolf - The Waves

All definitions of emptiness are inverse. I cannot say what it is, I can only say what it is not. I cannot describe its essence, I can describe only its effects. Although emptiness is nothing, not even a space, it produces spaces. Manner: Chromatic Levels nordicvoices.blogspot.com/2011/04/chro...

On the 7th day we rest our hands and read our books. I don't know what it is about Graham's poetry. Can only ever read a few lines and need to let them sink in. To think about them, to understand their strength and to get to know the insight.

Lois Dodd - Framing the Ephemeral Really really interesting. I found it very encouraging to see her paintings. www.kunstmuseum.nl/en/exhibitio...

yes. i love how she walks around it and looks at it. www.youtube.com/watch?v=i6Hh...

Vilma Henkelman - hoge gedraaide vaas (1980) www.vilmahenkelman.nl www.yvettelardinois.com/news/in-memo...

the hague the beautiful

Gutte Eriksen, Denmark. Bowl on foot in glazed stoneware. Raku burnt technique. 1960's.

Top up. About 200kg. I have a bonus card. Do you wanna use your points they asked.

Of ghosts and angels: The Painted Room by Inger Christensen, translated by Denise Newman #WITMonth roughghosts.com/2025/08/30/o...

I want to make a celadon but less murky one and maybe with less speckle. Probably not easy. This was woodfired 2yrs ago. Celadon to me always has been the colour of eternity. Replacing the element. I love that it is called element.

Lots n lots of pots So many. Gone through half a ton of clay in the last week or two. My potempire. I have more ideas of things i want to make. But maybe the element is going. Hopefully not yet.

So deep in potland. Dont want to come out.

'I left the protection of my plan & my thinking. I let my self go. Is this hope I thought. Light fled. We have a world to lose I thought. Summer fled.' Jorie Graham - On the Last Day

the one for discipline

'We cannot even imagine how to be humble.' Agnes Martin

'I wish the idea of time would drain out of my cells and leave me quiet even on this shore.' Agnes Martin

I made white. I call it tu white (tu= transcendental unity. Kant is white). #inthenewstudio #research

'The underside of the leaf Cool in shadow Sublimely unemphatic Smiling of innocence The frailest stems Quivering in light Bend and break In silence This poem, like the paintings, is not really about nature. It is not what is seen. It is what is known forever in the mind.' Agnes Martin - Writings

I have exchange my driving licence for a Dutch one and they made me do a medical test and it wasnt easy, but i passed it and they have given me back everything which is nice. Little lady has a truck driving licence. Still dont much like driving. #nodrivingundertheinfluenceobviously

Agnes Martin - This Rain (1958) how i wish i had bought her 'writings' when it came out. how much i want to read it now.

I really like making pots

New machine #no400vtho #nextyear #stillitsavnicenewoldmachine #secondhandkiln #aniceone #chamberkiln

One for discipline #teapot #lucierie #goodadvice #patience #andregidewrotealotoflovelythingsonpatience #patienceisalsobeautifulandsomedisciplinetoo #repetitionisbeautiful #iassembledandkeepthisteapotbutitisntthebestoneievermade #thebeautyofgivingoneselftomakingoneobjectcarefully #honoringthematerial

the concept of possibility #studioupgrade #newhermittingplaceformysoulwhereithopefullycanfindsomepeace

margaret's hope fortlaufen.blogspot.com/2025/08/marg...

'If you save everything that has hurt you You might come close to saying its prayer, Passing the basket from hand to hand, Not having to memorize the empty space Where you just were.' Ann Lauterbach

'Yes even when I don’t believe there is a place in me inaccessible to unbelief a patch of wild grace a stubborn preserve impenetrable pain untouched sleeping in the body music that builds its nest in silence' Anna Kamieńska - Lack of Faith

'Gelten Mörikes Zeilen in "Denk es, o Seele!" nicht für jeden, ist sein "du" nicht niemand, also jeder?' Lentz - Schattenfroh

qualia fortlaufen.blogspot.com/2025/08/qual...

Robert Kelly and Charlotte Mandell ’90 Write About Pierre Joris ’69 for the Poetry Foundation www.bard.edu/news/robert-...

vandaag....

'one more memory I just wrote a word I am older by a word by two by three by a poem' Halina Poawiatowska

'In danger, the holothurian cuts itself in two. It abandons one self to a hungry world and with the other self it flees. It violently divides into doom and salvation, retribution and reward, what has been and will be.' Wisława Szymborska - Autotomy (In memoriam Halina Poswiatowska)

'Because the clay is the present tense and a historical present.' Edmund de Waal - The White Road Today I bought this for the second time and am already enchanted again. This is such a lovely book. I left my previous one in my former pottery. I'd love to try porcelain one day.

“I feared that one day Julia might disappear altogether in the color blue.” (p43) #NYRBWomen25

i can't express in words how beautiful this is www.youtube.com/watch?v=JCtA...

'As we are made by what moves us, willows pull the water up into their farthest reach which curves again down divining where their life begins. So, under travels up, and down and up again, and the wind makes music of what water was.' Marie Howe - The Willows