"When the layers subside
and the fortune is empty
the pigment of our days
will echo pure
and I will be nowhere
if not with you."
I love when good words intersect with beautiful objects; the relationship between the written aesthetic and the physical aesthetic is something I feel keenly. When I'm looking back at bookmarks and pins, I love finding something that didn't just move me at one moment, but got to my heart again when I came across it. The words are by Kylie Johnson, a poet and potter, and the tray is for sale at anthropologie. If I owned it, it would hang on the wall.
Sorry this post is so late in the day--you probably won't see it until tomorrow. My husband took the day off of studying and we spent it having fun, mostly away from the computer.
1 comment:
I fell in love with Kylie's work at the Renegade Craft Fair in San Fran last December. Her pieces just haunt you in that really wonderful way.
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