Village Clay Works bio: I grew up in Sierra Madre, Ca. in the foothills of the San Gabriel mountains. I’ve had my hands in clay for the last 11 years. I’ve tried other mediums in art such as water color, drawing, intaglio etching, photography and woodblock printing. I find that I can combine most all of these art processes when creating a piece in ceramics. I form a ceramic object, a mug or a bowl etc. and use it as a blank canvas to draw or to carve on.
A few years ago I first saw a dragonfly on a lake in Cable, Wisconsin and was fascinated with its flight and vivid colors. I began to draw other bugs and insects, the “dung” scarab beetle, cricket, praying mantis and the house fly. God created each beautiful and intricate insect and I feel compelled to draw them and tell their stories.
I try to make my process of creation as “green” as possible. I fire all of my work in an electric kiln that is supplememted by solar panels on our roof. In addition we travel to the various art shows we do in our diesel truck that runs on recycled vegetable oil.
Chrys Bonnay-Lewis: Totally cosmopolitan cups, traditional celadon glaze on porcelian and fired in salt kiln (makes the glaze sparkle). Made by me from wheel-thrown prototypes, slip-cast in porcelain and then assembled. Each nubby is individually applied.
Look who I found in the Gallery!
White Earth Studio: White Earth, a series of porcelain vessels, is a homage to my childhood in the Dakotas, its visual images and memories. It is a deep respect, a bowing down to the earth where I have experienced it.
Walking the freshly plowed fields as a child, I would find fossils, shells and arrowheads heads. I have renewed and extended my fascination with these shapes. I have discovered new connections between the prairie (once an inland sea) and the ocean. Like the prairie and the sea, my pieces display hues against large neutral backgrounds – a touch of pink or a glint of pearl – finding a prairie rose in a otherwise green meadow, or a single shell on a stretch of sand.
White Earth comes from some part of me that works unconsciously, a part that reaches down into my memories. White Earth comes from that private part of me, and I hope it will touch that part in others.
Screaming with freshness with zingy color, put your veggies in here and load up on delicious nutrition-y goodness. Setting the table for dinner becomes a reward instead of a chore. By Studio Elan.