Nomadic Thighs
Helen Green Ceramix Pit-Fired Nomadic Thighs
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Nomadic Thighs - Cuisses Nomades
We are all moving creatures, migrants or with migrant ancestors. These pots, jars, curious amphora from the mediterranean bassin, evoke bodies, bellies and rears with a discreet sway like beings in motion… nomadic thighs…
A lot of this collection is “painted with fire”, salts & wood in an outdoor pit. Each piece is white when it goes in but when it comes out it has been decorated by elements animated in the fire. The cooling process traps this decoration in the very pores of the pieces. Sometimes the images captured in the pieces are like a nebula…
Poem by Alain Mombrinie (2016)
Nomadic thighs at Circumstance Falls, if paradise crumble foddered your demise you’d be sandalled, suitcase and blister.
Walkers stomaching retrained umbrellas as reasonable forecasts shower pinstriped assimilation quotas commemorating forgotten slaughters in aegean transit aquariums.
Ahoy drift of abdicated headstones, trespass the puddle afloat closed doormats… Davy Jones welcomes rafts.
Wanton eyepatchery from the mariner’s crow-perch, as misfortune’s roulette spawns our siblings’ last gasps… stuff of taxidermy dust for sunday’s tabloid porn & rattled tea anxiety!
Pretend a whim of larva had say ‘bout butterfly’s glitter yet what choice have we of womb & crib?
Gone damned with the winds my dears, your journeys worthy of courage’s awe!
If any of us had started life elsewhere than luck had it, ponder… what refugee status might be yours?