And so what did my Darryl Frost anagama piece look like. Well not so shocking really. As I said, I compromised to ensure it earned a place in the house. I like it. It's still got that rough quality that speaks of energy and fire.
This is me, the writer, telling stories about family, travel, quirky moments in life and refecting on the world and its absurdities.
Thursday, 16 February 2012
Darryl Frost - Anagama Potter
And so what did my Darryl Frost anagama piece look like. Well not so shocking really. As I said, I compromised to ensure it earned a place in the house. I like it. It's still got that rough quality that speaks of energy and fire.
Sunday, 12 February 2012
New Zealand - a sheep's world view
I'm sharing this view with twelve thousand sheep.
I wonder what they make of it?
Do they look up?
Do they see the blanket of blue
which slides down from the snow free fields of Mt Hutt
to slump on the plains of Canterbury?
They laze and sleep and eat and eat
a dot painting of eating machines
increasing their required body weight each day
oblivious to the beauty of their penned lives.
I see a patchwork of fields running amok,
ordered by fencelines and trodden pathways
racing to a horizon of trees ambling beside a wayward creek
and meeting the sky at the appointed place at the appointed time.
I wonder what the sheep see?
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