The Memory of Color

     Pewter cast in familiar shapes.

     Resin made to look like glass. 
     Polymer clay made to look like ceramics.
     And all of them, made to look old, vintage, antique. Imperfect, worn-looking, with the maker's hand so visible. I don't want my work to look manufactured or machine made, I want it to have the look of something old, a treasured piece from the distant past. The shapes, the colors - all meant to have that same ancient style.
Memory
My mind lets go a thousand things,
Like dates of wars and deaths of kings,
And yet recalls the very you - 
Twas noon by yonder village tower,
And on the last blue noon in May
The wind came briskly up this way,
Crisping the brook beside the road;
Then, pausing here, set down its load
Of pine-scents, and shook listlessly,
Two petals from that wild-rose tree.
Thomas Bailey Aldrich
     I hope I have achieved it, that resemblance to all things old and well-worn.