Bowl 26: David

He's reading as I approach -- it's book about how we're all connected . . .

thoroughly researched, including interviews with numerous physicists and other scientists . . . 

it sounded interesting, but I've already forgotten the title and the author.

 

He wants to know if the shape of the tea bowl has a functional purpose

and why I call them tea bowls and not cups . . . 

interesting questions.

I reply that the shape is serendipitous, there only to make the hand feel comfortable . . . 

and that for me bowls have gravitas -  evoking ceremony and offering,

 whereas tea cups seem flighty, somewhat lightweight, frivolous even.

I find myself explaining the process of inscribing the lines and inlaying the slip

 . . .  he tells me that he's writing a play.

 . . . and he is trying to devise a way for someone to put a secret message on the back of the Rosetta Stone . . . a message that could be revealed at a crucial moment . . .

we speculate about clay and glue and tar and acid . . . 

and what would stick to stone and what would look like it belonged.

Then we talk of making art for the love of it--

plays to be seen by friends and family,

tea bowls to be given away

sharing a joy in the process

then sharing the process with the world.

 

I walk away, embraced by the warm sun and the brilliant colors of the day,

filled with the contentment of a shared moment in time and space --

feeling connection.