I noted earlier that I was "inviting flow", and behold, the floodgates have opened! I joined my friend Maxine's Tucson Clay Co-op, and in the intense heat of June here, I get up at 4:30 in the morning and am in the clay studio, gloriously alone, by 5:00. The hours pass, and the joy is of course the way the clay tells me what to do - it's always intuitive, and ideas flow in like the monsoon floods. Who would think that I'd enjoy the hot, hot summer so much!
No pictures yet of new work, all of which is in various stages of glazing and bisquing, but I'm working on several Quan Yin mosaics, and two Green Men, one for the Clay Coop. Having a lot of fun with my box of antique Afghani fabric presses, like the one here. Before fabric came in from more industrialized Russia and Pakistan, they hand printed their fabric with beautiful hand carved wood fabric presses, which imprint beautifully on clay as well. There is something so wonderful about being able to carry on the artistry of these unknown carvers, here and how. The one on the right is my favorite (I used some low fire glazes to achieve the color)....the "raining Zinnia", although to me it looks also like a Chakra, or some manifestation of the Divine imbuing the blessings of rain.The blessings of rain are not taken lightly here in the desert!
Maybe I love the image so much also because, many years ago when I was getting divorced and preparing to leave my home in the East Coast, and I was very unsure of what to do with my life or even where to go, I had a dream in which an eagle flew me west, over the great landscapes, and I was dropping Zinnia seeds as we flew. I've often thought of that dream since........we drop our seeds, the seeds of the flowering of our creativity and our lives, and never know where they will take root. So let them be seeds of the Beauty Way.
I continue making my various shrines, like the "Shrine for the Ancient Midwives" (2014).........but I seem to be making containers, Reliquaries. A reliquary was a Container for some kind of sacred artifact, usually, in the middle ages, the bones of a saint. But I find I am interested in making Reliquaries for the Bones of the Earth and the Past, a Reliquary for a Lost Forest, a Reliquary for the Flight of a Phoenix, a Reliquary for the Essence of Avalon............
It's so great to have the channels of my creativity open again....................
by Nora Naranjo-Morse
Electricity
down my arm
through this clay
forming into
spirit shapes
of men
women
and children
I have seen
somewhere before.
Electricity
surging upward
as I mix
this mud
like my mother
as her mother did
with small brown feet.
Folding into this earth
a decision of
joyful play,
transcending expectations
of fear
failure
or perfection.
Creating spirits
calling invitations
of celebration.
What occurs
in completed form,
bright and bold,
is motion
from our mother's skin.
I smile momentarily satisfied
with my play.
Electricity,
generated from star colors
far from home,
entering
through my feet
blessing my hands
and opening my heart.
From Mud Woman, Poems from the Clay
University of Arizona Press
© 1992 Nora Naranjo-Morse
