Sunday, 18 September 2011

Clay and Answers

Working with clay for me is very much like my one and only experience I've ever had with 'I-Ching': It provides me with answers to questions I hadn't asked, but should have asked!
Does this sound familiar? I'd like to hear your reactions!


  1. Hello Maria,

    I started answering your question last night but the lateness of the hour got the better of me - it proved to be a good move though...

    I keep a copy of Jeanette Winterson's Art Objects beside my bed - often if i'm feeling a bit meh about the whole art game she will say just the right thing - or something. Last night the page I opened to made me think of your question...

    'Books push the writer forward. The writer has to have ready the accumulation of what she is at the point of the book, but the book, itself, will prove more than its writer. the act of writing, itself, is an evolution; from the Latin. Volvere, volvi, volutum, to roll. The unrolling of the secret scroll, the thing suspected but not realised until present. The being-book gives off heat and urges out of the writer new ideas, new imaginations,previously incohate. This sense of complicity, the working together of writer and word is a process more confident and more obvious, the more the writer learns to trust what it is she does.'

    Cool eh?

    Jeanette Winterson, Art Objects: Essays on Ecstasy and Effrontery, Random House, 1995.

  2. Hi Dee,
    Thanks for that comment. I always love to hear about experiences that relate to mine that way, even if it is interpreted in a slightly different way. When it comes down to it, I think we're all talking about the same thing. For me it means that the subconscious can be stronger than the mind when we're being creative. Clay draws stuff out of me that I wasn't aware of, stuff that was affecting me without realising it. It is often after the work has been finished for weeks that I suddenly realise its meaning. That is probably also what I love so much about working with clay, that moment when I realise that clay is working with me rather than the other way around...