A c c r e t i o n
These little objects, pictured on my shelf in the workshop, epitomise a force that is important to me.
The iron object, discarded, lost, as it corrodes, somehow has a mystical ability to extend its grabbing tendrils into the immediate environment and enfold surrounding detritus within its creeping rusty grasp. This usually requires the agency of water, and a lot of time. These entrapped and accreted morphs end up baring little or no resemblance to their progenitor — a length of chain becomes a clotted russet mass, a bolt and washer unrecognisably plastered with gritty pebblish patina.
Transformation is important to me. I even wrote a sonnet* about it a while ago and put it here. It haunts my work.
Transformation is so c e r a m i c .
fourth most abundant element, dizzies me. I return to it again and again. It loves fire and combines so magically with fluxes and the materials of fiery creativity.
But accretion is a force that fascinates me just as much. It has a (literally) cosmic resonance, embodying the micro/macro dyad: it operates from the galactic to the subatomic. Accretion runs the show. That is why it resonates, for me, wherever I see it. And I see it everywhere, from these mini encapsulations, which I happen across from time to time on river foreshores and beaches, to the lines in my ageing reflection.
Accretion has to permeate what I do. It has to be another agent of communication.
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*Post entitled Ghosts, June 5th 2018
1: length of chain found on the river Thames foreshore, central London
2: unknown heat-fused coppery mass found on a junk beach, Kauai
3,4: unknown accretive object with a rubbery core, found on a beach.
5,6: nut,bolt and washer, found on the river Thames foreshore, central London
7: Ming dynasty Kiln ‘waster’ of two stem cups and a small tea cup, with sagger wads, Jingdezhen
8,9: one of my own ‘wasters’, awaiting re-integration
10: a once-bolt, now a strange crucible.