North Woods Triptych


North Woods triptych is done! This piece and 2 others were created for a hospital in Minnesota. 36x24x1" So relieved that the triptych made it through the firings! Unfortunately one of the large square pieces did not, so I am remaking it now. That's how it goes sometimes with clay. You learn to roll with it.

To spring from the hand

One of the first clay books I read was Finding Ones Way With Clay, (pub. 1968), my sister gave it to me in in 1975. It is sort of a therapy/art/clay book, well it was the heyday of the '70's!  It had a big (positive) effect on me and what I would end up doing for my life's work.




Paulus BerensoHn the documentary about his life and work go to:
springfromthehand.com

“The word ‘art’, if you go back into its etymological roots, it’s not a noun, it’s a verb, it’s a doing, an acting, and it comes from the root for ‘to join’. So one is behaving artistically, one is in a state of intimacy and communion with the activity at hand”… PB 

New Commission! and Merlin and Willow

In the mail today, must start ASAP, Due March 15, yikes~ but 

Mayo Clinic, art commission

Dear Cathy,
We are ready to move forward with a commission for Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN. Everyone is excited about this project and delighted you have agreed to accept this opportunity to create a series of ceramic platters and mural for its new Baldwin Building...

This picture has absolutely nothing to do with this, but I love it!

 Willow the barn owl and Merlin the lurcher are often seen traveling together in North Wales.



 Willow the barn owl and Merlin the lurcher are often seen traveling together in North Wales.

The Journey Ahead

Happy New Year!
Cathy Kiffney, ceramic
I looked up and there it was
among the green branches of the pitch pines—

thick bird,
a ruffle of fire trailing over the shoulders and down the back—

color of copper, iron, bronze—
lighting up the dark branches of the pine.

What misery to be afraid of death.
What wretchedness, to believe only in what can be proven.

When I made a little sound
it looked at me, then it looked past me.

Then it rose, the wings enormous and opulent,
and, as I said, wreathed in fire.-- Mary Oliver