She is an old friend. She has meaning rooted deep in my soul and it is a great pity that upon her latest firing she met with a great obstacle to fulfilling her potential: her feet distorted and she can no longer stand. She has lingered prone on the sidelines, a hopeless image of restless abandon. Things have now changed, at least in theory...Propped up, she awaits eagerly developments to come. Action is afoot and planning is hotting up, thanks to Hanne Westergaard, a much admired potter in Sheffield who knows a thing or two about moulds...
Cheerfulness is a triumphant bonus to life. It lifts the clouds and lets in the vitamin of hopefulness. Even if dashed later, the moment has been saved in a frame of golden optimism and can be glanced, in passing and savoured.
I am cheerful and hopeful about moulds. I shall work on remaking Mme. Seuss with feet square on a plynth. How magnificent she will be, poised in inscrutable superiority atop a stony outcrop, a grassy knoll or even a soap box.
I met Mme Seuss for the first time through a relative of hers, a warrior of great spirit, striding through the streets of a devastated city under enemy bombardment, in one of Edward's ellustrated drawn strips. This heroic general, a leader of men, is nothing to me but had to have a profoundly influential relative, a female, whose wisdom and fortitude gave him his swagger and self-confidence. I found her emerging from a billowing porcelain dream.
Having lost her footing in the infernal heat of vitrification, Mme. Seuss is about to become once again the towering figure whe was meant to be from creation. She will emerge, re-cast but unbowed and will once again dominate the landscape of significant women, augmented by new technique and reinvigorated by new adornment. Good news, eh!?
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