the journey | self & clay
Moody, overcast & grey skies, the elegant rise and fall of the swifts on the wind, a crow watching, the bare branches of trees gently succumbing to the ever pestering wind. The sea sculpting the shoreline, the edges. The array of things, stones, pebbles, bits of string, a feather, a bone. Many of us feel the need to collect these things, they tell us of what has been.
A narrative that subtly changes with the ebb and flow of the weather.
All noted, many recalled on the layers of the ceramic surface.
Not seeking to imitate nature but hoping to evoke a cherished memory, sense of peace or the feeling of being alive as the elements tear through the landscape. There is no deep meaning to Rachelle’s work but simply layers of the visual narrative that resides within her head. She simply regards a broken scraped and broken surface to be the most beautiful of things.
A tale of a journey, one which we will never know.
Created in the studio using hand-building and old techniques of pinching, coiling and shaping slowly and thoughtfully with her hands, layers are added and scraped away, various clays are used to achieve different textures and finishes. Gathered pieces, a natural collector there is always something to be found in a pocket, crumbled or broken that can be added to a surface.
There is a sense, a feeling that the pots are like ourselves, layers of debris, sharp, soft, gouged, gentle hiding the strength that lies beneath.
Rachelles work focuses on her two favourite things….. stones | bowls