Many of us are remembering the tragic events, ten years ago, of September 11th. Remembering our shattered realities; honoring so many innocent victims who lost their lives.
I am sharing my thoughts….
I was working in clay that day — Cool, white porcelain. I was preparing for two separate glaze workshops; I was making hundreds of small ‘test tiles’ for upcoming glaze tests. The repetitiveness of the work got me through the day — Each tile seemed to represent each separate soul, yet unknown, who had been caught in the attack.
Because my youngest son lived in New York, I was continually trying to reach him. Eventually, I got through and confirmed that he was safe.
Finally, late in the day, I sat down at the wheel and created one more bowl — Graceful, lonely, and so very sad.
Several weeks later, I bisque-fired the bowl. I could not glaze it; I would never complete it. I packed it away ten years ago.
As remembrance of those who were lost, as well as those who survived — I am sharing this bowl now: