A stack of medieval bowls and storage jar in my studio. Once used for transporting across the seas and to hold oils or pigments from far away places. Their surfaces are worn as if eroded by the sea. Their potters slips and glazes so natural like the shifting sands, their usage perfectly every day.
Kabir (c. 1440-1518) wrote, in The Clay Jug:
Inside this clay jug are canyons and pine mountains And the maker of canyons and pine mountains All seven oceans are inside, and hundreds of millions of stars The acid that tests gold is there and the one that judges jewels And the music from the strings that no one touches, and the source of all water If you want the truth, I will tell you the truth: Friend, listen.... The God whom I love is inside
92 x 61 cm ( Framed 117 x 89.5 cm ) Oil, raw pigment and gesso on board in antique frame.