I found this quote the other day: "There is no dirt in heaven." Ann Lee
I'm tempted to take issue with that statement, asking for chapter & verse and picturing an uninviting sterile place. But heaven is not my subject; my subject is dirt.
Our world is made of it, and I'm thankful for it when I enter my studio because I work with dirt.
I get excited when I'm greeted by a blank clay slab (dirt). It's like a blank canvas; it calls to me, inviting me to come and make my mark. Ideas course through my mind, and my imagination starts churning out images. What wonderful print will emerge?
|It's just a slab of clay. But add color, shape & line and something wonderful happens.|