How much can you hold? Clouds--shifting and defying gravity, solitary, exclusionary, standing in for gods and dictating the mood of those below, foretelling destruction and amusing bored spectators. How much can you hold, meaning or water? Before you break,...or maybe just shift, defiant again, until you let it all fall, all that you were holding, down to the earth again. I smash the plates, cups, bowls, whatever. I smash the porcelain, high held stuff, in frustration. The smooth texture leaves my grasp, my fingertips, and falls. (Or I wanted to- you know, hypothetical) Instant release or regret, take your pick. Or it falls, the glass falls all on its own, tipped over when no one was watching, or because no one was watching, the glass tips itself, just to make a sound. And I turn around. Or I step on it, spread salt underneath, step gingerly, fearfully. I jump on it now; its strength, unexpected, is not what you want, is i...
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I find myself drawn back to the red earth. The red earth, red with iron, red like blood; my blood red with iron. Perhaps just earth in general or perhaps I'm just homesick. I never thought I would call it home. ... Earth in hand. Water on earth, and slowly, very slowly, through earth. A caress turned frenzy when looked at from this point in time. Behold the wreckage, the damage, the decay of time, of earth, of land, the wash away... Reveal the veins of the earth. Cut with a knife, deep, where you think they are until you still can’t find them; because you never learned anatomy, because human dissection is forbidden, because you have little idea of what’s inside. No one dreams of an autopsy. Red earth washes off hands looking like blood. How can you tell me it isn’t, inside and out of me. How can you tell me I'm not the same? I lived my whole life there, and hated every minute, but never got acquainted...the sun was...
To give you an idea this was the intention (roughly): Physically the work consists of clays in several forms, different types of earth and earth processes. Bisqued porcelain clouds, cracked, repaired, and filled with water to leak, hang above raw clay body, lying below as to receive the water falling and be changed by it. The work plays at nature, mimicking it like a breathing stage set, only real to the limit of its lung expanse but real enough. " The best-laid plans of mice and men..." am I right?
Crack and Shift Thea M. Zwier human buys earth. human mixes earth, makes forms of clouds from earth. human makes clouds. human defines "cloud" in form. human breaks clouds. human puts clouds back together. human puts water in clouds, makes them drip, makes them rain, makes them weep. human puts earth beneath clouds to catch the leeking. When the clouds are dry and empty again, when the moist earth below holds water stained like blood, then I lower the clouds down to myself and fill them again. human stands in earth and wonders where I am? And where am I now? Context: Monday March 23rd of 2020 was planned to be the (part 1) Sculpture thesis show, my and my classmate's thesis show, at Pratt. and then, pandemic. So that's not happening anymore. But this is instead. In lieu of a physical sculpture and ...