More hope. to be quite honest, we have been going through a LOT over here. For the past, oh, four years. There have been moments of fun and sunshine and peace, but this time's been marked by a lot of loss and uncertainty- more than I'd wish on anyone, much less on my own family. What I would give for some stability- but that's not my lot in life, apparently. Faith and hope and love help to balance the chaos, which I am finding myself remarkably equipped to deal with in very small doses (she says sardonically). Since late October, the normal stresses have grown and I'm less able to put up a happy front, somewhat less hopeful for the future, but clinging to it nonetheless. Emily Dickinson's poem has become a mantra for me, repeated almost liturgically (and liturgy also helps; I'm a very high-church person- the ritual and familiar words are a balm)
So, back to Emily Dickinson's hope. I have been talking with a dear friend who feels like she's in a spot much more dire than mine- different pressures, grief, instability. We share them, but hers are even deeper. I thought about her when I made this pitcher and inscribed the first stanza of Emily Dickinson's poem across its wide belly. I think that this will go to her when it's fired- the first to leave me- because she needs it more than I do.
The details- 2 thrown pieces, strap handle. My regular stoneware. Assembled once leather-hard and cut down to make the flared lip I love so much. I actually saved the back half of the top to use for this week's pitcher (which I have yet to make). I inscribed the first stanza of the poem right where the pieces meet- hope is the thing with feathers that perches/
and around the foot: in the soul & sings the sweetest tune without the words & never stops at all. There is a feather inside the lip/spout and they're all filled with cobalt inlay. I think I will make more of these for sale, eventually. I also made a bowl while I was doing this, but my memory is fuzzy on how much of the poem I included.
I do hope to make my 8th week pitcher tomorrow, but I'm behind where I want to be and need to get the little kiln loaded and fired with some pieces that are overdue. There may be a two-pitcher week next week.
Have a good weekend friends. Thanks for reading.