I had planned on traveling this weekend, but the weather changed. The last 2 mornings, Bruno and I awake to this-
How to experience all the shadows, pale light, stillness, quiet joy, and not react? C’est impossible.
Suddenly, a new sensation- the need for ceramics. Something earthy to ground the home, add texture but in the most unpretentious and spartan of ways.
So instead of getting on the Eurostar, Bruno and I rode the District and Central lines to Clerkenwell, in search of organic shapes.
I ended up making two trips because I couldn’t quite carry everything with me.
These vintage/Mid-century pieces were purchased from my favourite London store, Forest.
(Forest needs its own post; more later.)
I’ve never decorated with ceramics before. I use glass frequently when laying a table or to adorn dead zones within the home. Glass looks great with any plant/flower; it picks up, reflects light, enhancing mood. All the shifts in nature that I see daily is making me want to express Spring differently from before.
Besides, unlike the past- Spring henceforth is also a remembering of my grandmother passing on. Something about ceramics- clay, dust to dust, a potter’s wheel, circular shapes- a returning to the earth, seem dignified and appropriate for me now.
I already like this expression so much better than yesterday’s with glass.
The ceramic vase is narrower than my glass one. I had to divide the branches up. The other branches found a new home in this wonderful vase.
The little squat piece replaced another glass vase on a side table.
Left-over lavender from Christmas made a new friend.
If my daughter declared I had gone truly mad over Christmas, I can only imagine what she has to say when she comes home at Easter.
Yes, Summer. Mom has Spring Fever- even if it’s not quite Spring, yet.