vendredi 19 octobre 2012
Grès blanc, tristesse / White stoneware, sadness
Belle-ile est un endroit magnifique, mais parfois je m'y sens comme dans une prison dorée. Bientôt, je vais revoir mon fils, il est marin, il travaille en Afrique et vis en Asie, c'est loin !!!
Today I tried a new clay provided by Matthieu, a smooth white stoneware, I much prefer to throw grog clay, but it is very interesting to change my habits. In fact, I feel a little "floating". Sad at the idea of closing the workshop this winter, there is not a lot of hits, there's nobody on Belle-Ile, sad at the idea of being without defined project. Actually, I should already find out about the possibility of a seasonal opening.
Belle Ile is a beautiful place, but sometimes I feel like a gilded prison. Soon I will see my son, he is a seaman he works in Africa and lives in Asia, it is far!
He caught a lot of bars, Sarres and seabream, close to home, Belle-ile's underwater are beautiful, it seems, and he miss them. I miss him.