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"memories" - flowerpot
Bringing a "souvenir" (Otomí Word) of someone to your home is what is intended with this pot, especially to give an aesthetic accent to your spaces.
High temperature ceramic pot composed of two pieces, body and base plate for the drain. In matt enamel, colored paste or slip finishes. It has a metal base (in some models, which you can customize or put a dedication on it.
High temperature ceramic pot composed of two pieces, body and base plate for the drain. In matt enamel, colored paste or slip finishes. It has a metal base (in some models, which you can customize or put a dedication on it.
General measurements: 11x14 cm.
Salmon chip walnut
matt enamel and colored paste
bone chip walnut
matt enamel and colored paste
Concept = Memories
The poem of the mind in the act of finding
What will suffice. It has not always had
To find: the scene was set; it repeated what
Was in the script.
Then the theatre was changed
To something else. Its past was a souvenir.
It has to be living, to learn the speech of the place.
It has to face the men of the time and to meet
The women of the time. It has to think about war
And it has to find what will suffice. It has
To construct a new stage. It has to be on that stage
And, like an insatiable actor, slowly and
With meditation, speak words that in the ear,
In the delicatest ear of the mind, repeat,
Exactly, that which it wants to hear, at the sound
Of which, an invisible audience listens,
Not to the play, but to itself, expressed
In an emotion as of two people, as of two
Emotions becoming one. The actor is
A metaphysician in the dark, twanging
An instrument, twanging a wiry string that gives
Sounds passing through sudden rightnesses, wholly
Containing the mind, below which it cannot descend,
Beyond which it has no will to rise.
It must
Be the finding of a satisfaction, and may
Be of a man skating, a woman dancing, a woman
Combing. The poem of the act of the mind.
What will suffice. It has not always had
To find: the scene was set; it repeated what
Was in the script.
Then the theatre was changed
To something else. Its past was a souvenir.
It has to be living, to learn the speech of the place.
It has to face the men of the time and to meet
The women of the time. It has to think about war
And it has to find what will suffice. It has
To construct a new stage. It has to be on that stage
And, like an insatiable actor, slowly and
With meditation, speak words that in the ear,
In the delicatest ear of the mind, repeat,
Exactly, that which it wants to hear, at the sound
Of which, an invisible audience listens,
Not to the play, but to itself, expressed
In an emotion as of two people, as of two
Emotions becoming one. The actor is
A metaphysician in the dark, twanging
An instrument, twanging a wiry string that gives
Sounds passing through sudden rightnesses, wholly
Containing the mind, below which it cannot descend,
Beyond which it has no will to rise.
It must
Be the finding of a satisfaction, and may
Be of a man skating, a woman dancing, a woman
Combing. The poem of the act of the mind.
Wallace Stevens
clay - matt white
colored paste and matt enamel
Ceramic Design
Queretaro, Mexico / Madrid, Spain
2017.2023
Design by: Manuel Estrada Montoya
YOHO studio
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