hannahreimartistca: When Form Defies Function- Raku This~

hannahreimartistca: When Form Defies Function- Raku This~: "Craft versus Art The argument that brings ceramists to their knees has long been based on aesthetics. The belief that art must hang on a wal..."

When Form Defies Function- Raku This~

Craft versus Art
The argument that brings ceramists to their knees has long been based on aesthetics. The belief that art must hang on a wall has forever been disputed.
 Pablo Picasso created his art on many mediums, clay being one of his most cherished.

 No one in his right mind would call Picasso a potter. But his pots were pots. And his plates were plates. Are these works considered "Craft"? A resounding "nooooo" echoes though the Art world.

I am not comparing myself to Picasso. I am not that narcissistic (or crazy). But when I create an object that performs no function except to engage the viewer, I consider that work, ART. Raku firing of vessels has long been a driving force in my life. These pieces hold no particular function, they cannot support water, food, flowers, or for that matter, me. This piece  is one of several in a series of thrown and altered boxes. Yet it can do nothing for you. Except make you happy to see its beauty. I call that art.

hannahreimartistca: Ah, beloved little bottle, where are you residing?...

hannahreimartistca: Ah, beloved little bottle, where are you residing?...: "I thought it was time to pay tribute to a beautiful crystalline bottle which I have been missing for a while now. I am a ceramist as w..."

Ah, beloved little bottle, where are you residing?

I thought it was time to pay tribute to a  beautiful crystalline bottle which I have been missing for a while now.
I am a ceramist as well as a painter. Yes, I know that you know that by now. But I like to say it.
This bottle was the result of two years of testing crystalline glazes. I would not want to revisit the catastrophes I endured during that time. Pieces stuck to the shelf, glazes puddled in one glassy mess, the pot bare or even worse, no crystals. So much work, so much loss.

Appropriately, these little gems that survived had a high price tag hanging over their head.

Nothing compared to this result. It was crazy, crazy good. And so it sold to a woman from Germany. I know this because the gallery where it was showing told me so. She also bought the only matching plate. For a good amount of money.

But even so, I long for this piece. Hopefully little bottle and plate are dwelling in a beautiful home in Frankfurt, (or wherever), and safe from the clumsy hands of children or housekeepers who don't know the value of objects of beauty.

That is my farewell diatribe to this piece. Perhaps, I can reproduce a close clone and blog about it in the future. But don't count on it... I know a one of a kind piece when I see it, and so did the collector.

hannahreimartistca: When Life Gives You Lemons, Paint Them

hannahreimartistca: When Life Gives You Lemons, Paint Them: "Ah fruit. The quintessential subject matter for painters. How do you make lemons and pears, the most ubiquitous fruit, interesting and chall..."

When Life Gives You Lemons, Paint Them

Ah fruit. The quintessential subject matter for painters. How do you make lemons and pears, the most ubiquitous fruit, interesting and challenging to the eye.
Here is my version of the fruit bowl, Hannah-style.
What? Are not all pears pink? Look harder!!!'

hannahreimartistca: Minimalism or Bust

hannahreimartistca: Minimalism or Bust: "Why the Devil is in the Details It is always a challenge to finish the painting... sometimes it can never be complete, whole, and full. Lik..."