My blog has probably disappeared off Google's radar due to my posting so infrequently. In spite of my silence, I haven't quite forgotten the world of potters and others that blog, and am thankful for the friendships that have sprung up and have been nurtured by this electronic means!
The recovery from the shoulder surgery I had on 10 October, has been more of a roller coaster ride than I would have hoped, in part due to the fact that I developed a frozen shoulder as a complication to the surgery. Night time discomfort has resulted in very poor sleep for the last 10 weeks, which is mostly why I haven't posted on the blog, I often haven't been able to think clearly enough.. In any case, I don't really want this to be a blog full of aches and pains and medical misadventures!
The poppy on the "card" that I put at the start of this post is a plant that is giving me a lot of pleasure at the moment. The petals are paper thin and grey with a red stripe. The flowers only last for a day and I marvel at their beauty and fragility. I love them for taking the trouble to look so lovely, even though their life is so short and apparently inconsequential.
There seems to me to be a Demand on artist in these times to make Art that has a Point to it, it makes a Statement, it seeks to Do something, to have Reason, to be a Voice, to Upset, to Innovate, to have a Brand! I use capitals for these things, because such art hits me about the head and causes it to ache and my soul to shrink and despair.
I am reminded by the poppy that there is value in no value, meaning in no meaning, point in no point!
For me one of the defining qualities of great art, be it literature, painting, music, dance, or what ever, is that it transports us to a place of the soul that is non verbal, boundless, eternal, transcendent.