Some of you may know that one of my very favorite artists of all times is Henry Moore, the sculptor. I only knew his work from images, but his work inspired me since I was a young potter. I never knew why, except that I was always drawn to abstract art, maybe because my message is just the outline to the message that everyone must make out for themselves.
Then there were the tribes that were known to use a blanket as part of their attire. The Ndebele always wore blankets around their shoulders while the Basotho blankets became a fashion statement.
In 1999 when we immigrated to the United States and experienced the deep, deep sadness over the loss of country and people, I communicated it through my work. An elephant walking from a broken vessel, a bottle with bars in front of it. The black smoke of darkness that found its way onto some of my art works. The outstanding element of my pit fired porcelain those days however, were figures raising from the wheel thrown vessels. Often woman and often with the richness of necklaces: The trademark of the Ndebele woman.
Like a ship that through the Ocean wide
By Edmund Spencer.
Cited from A Galaxy of poems, Old and new. 1962
By conduct of some star doth make her way
When as a storm hath dimmed her trusty guide
Out of her course wander far astray:
So I whose star, that won’t with her bright ray
Me to direct, with clouds overcast,
Do wonder now in darkness and dismay
Through hidden perils round about me placed.
Yet hope I well, that when this storm is past,
My Helice, the lodestar of my life
Will shine again, and look on me at last,
With lovely light to clear my cloudy grief.
Till then I wander, care-full, comfortless,
In secret sorrow and sad pensiveness.