Jennifer McCurdy’s porcelain pottery looks almost as alive as its inspiration.
McCurdy on her work:
"Emotion fills me when I see perfect forms in nature, from the cracked conch shell on the beach revealing its perfect spiral, to the milkweed pod burst in the field, its brilliant airborne seeds streaming into the sunlight. The ordered symmetry and asymmetry of nature’s forms reveal the growth of life, the movement of life.
Living on Martha’s Vineyard, island time, especially in the winter, seems to conform to nature’s cycles. As a potter, I strive to make my work reflect the balance of life around me. It is important that the patterns I see around me are integrated into my forms."

são as árvores que sorriem
para as águas fartas
de assombro?

(somos nós este destino)

não me peças para o explicar do corpo leve na dobra dum lençol, com cheiro de mar e vento. dos movimentos das palavras escritas no lado quente das mãos que entornam segredos - o debruçar das horas nas raízes do coração.
não me peças para explicar a melancolia deste desejo, nem a corrente da maré-cheia do entardecer da memória - fogueira acesa

porque ficamos nus nos detalhes por onde caminhamos?