Sweet words of kindness and joviality act as unknown lines fishing into the deep recesses of a psyche that was submerged in the precarity of loss. The resurfacing was resisted until the final burst of laughter, like a a newly erupted seed finding the true light of day to continue growing. I have come to know that this light of truth, while fleetingly so, is truly felt and not just seen. Dedicated to a wonderful individual.
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Theseus:
More strange than true. I never may believe These antique fables nor these fairy toys.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold: That is the madman.
The lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen’s beauty in a brow of Egypt.
The poet’s eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to heaven,
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Such tricks hath strong imagination That, if it would but apprehend some joy,
It comprehends some bringer of that joy. Or in the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

William Shakespeare,  A Midsummer Night's Dream
(1564 - 1616), Act Five, Scene One.

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Honouring Water, 2021  
stoneware clay, watery glaze and paintbrush  
25 x 20 x 18 mm

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Relinquishing, 2021  
black clay with glaze and cement  
6 x 10 x 12 mm

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Terpsichore's Tango, 2021  
porcelain clay, glaze and materials  
65 x 40 x 15 mm

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Ophelia is alive, 2021  
stoneware clay, underglazes, watery blue glaze  
25 x 20 x 25 mm
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Is this the entrance to the Sublime?, 2021  
porcelain clay, honeycomb paper texture, blue stains and glaze
26 x 29 x 19 mm
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