Red Planet Stoneware
I have never not been making art. I also have always been around it –
I was raised in a flower shop. I come into this
phase of my current ceramics practice having
been deeply involved with an abundance of
art-forms, many of them looking so
different from one another, but yet I feel them to be somehow
cohesive. My work as a whole explores feelings, as in the
intuitive emotional knowing that does not need words,
but also as sensorial – touch,
using my hands to create shapes and movement and pleasure, either as
direct manipulation of a material, or using them as the material in
and of themselves in performance. I
also always seem to be exploring femininity in my work, parsing out what that is and can be, what is the fantasy
of it, what is the pain of it.
Ceramics feels very intuitive to me, it feels sensual. I love the process so much, working with and listening to the clay through handbuilding. I love ceramics up close and personal most of all. The clay body, the surface finishes, designs, glazes – texxxture! I crave heavy off-kilter organic abstraction with flirtations in weightless realism, flowing and morphing, like my amoebic vases and ceramic ribbons. And sometimes, I want shapes that hurt, like my rose wands – detailed and engorged representations of cut sections from a thorn-filled stem of a rose.
I’m infinitely curious about the world – in both a cosmic and microcosmic way – as above, so within. My curiosity fuels my work, and also fuels my rage about the way this society we exist within fears curiosity and centers order, control, and dominance. In the face of this, I want each piece of my works to move in the world like one white blood cell in an ailing body – in the grand scale of things so small and simple, yet by existing it adds one more instance of defense, a little mirror reflecting a piece of the overwhelmingly glorious chaos I see in this vast and precious universe.
xoxo,
Mars
Ceramics feels very intuitive to me, it feels sensual. I love the process so much, working with and listening to the clay through handbuilding. I love ceramics up close and personal most of all. The clay body, the surface finishes, designs, glazes – texxxture! I crave heavy off-kilter organic abstraction with flirtations in weightless realism, flowing and morphing, like my amoebic vases and ceramic ribbons. And sometimes, I want shapes that hurt, like my rose wands – detailed and engorged representations of cut sections from a thorn-filled stem of a rose.
I’m infinitely curious about the world – in both a cosmic and microcosmic way – as above, so within. My curiosity fuels my work, and also fuels my rage about the way this society we exist within fears curiosity and centers order, control, and dominance. In the face of this, I want each piece of my works to move in the world like one white blood cell in an ailing body – in the grand scale of things so small and simple, yet by existing it adds one more instance of defense, a little mirror reflecting a piece of the overwhelmingly glorious chaos I see in this vast and precious universe.
xoxo,
Mars