Hand made ceramic bowl with original poetry.
The bowl is glazed with different shades of browns and greens. On the underside it is glazed with a rich combinations of ochres and browns.
The poem on this piece was written as a reflection on how we can become trapped in our own sense of rightness. As Neruda puts it "From the place where we are right, flowers will never grow in the spring."
Hand made ceramic poetry bowl with line of original poetry “From the man that now I am, I tore some strands and wove for you this blessing I hope the years have kissed you and the sun has often shined.” … Continued
This piece faetures a poem written many years ago following a walk up a hill near Colintraive, on Argyll’s ‘Secret Coast’. Chris was driving home from a meeting on the island of Bute, after a stressful day. Winter was just … Continued