No Win

Drawing with glazes, working into a small porcelain surface is an intimate process, as much about drawing out as drawing in. The image suggested itself, the circle of the porcelain being like a mandala, a figure wrapped in herself; porcelain is like a white body and as you work it, it’s like chewing gum, then goes like rock, then goes brittle. The kiln chooses what to burn away from my scratched-in drawing, leaving traces of marks that describe some of the drawn figure but not all of her. When it leaves the kiln I am startled, like the sitter.