Clear your head. Breathe. Inhale the air and clear your mind. Write what you know. This is my mind speaking to yours. What does it want to tell you?
Really, it does not want to tell you anything. What did I do? I set out to heal myself. Through my hands and my mind, this was here long before I discovered clay. My mind is clogged up with all the parts of myself that I can never fully show you, the essence of what my experience is. Your own experience enters into the world we all share together, amongst the discombobulated and fragmented pieces of half-truths and mid toned realities.
So see here what I made for you, speaking my truths and lies to your mind, your eyes. The experience of me in this space, at this time, as it passes away into the next moment and the next and the next and the next, like a spinning wheel. See me in the pots, in the broken pieces of pots, in the cracks of the pots, pots sitting on pots, pots of pots. By now I feel like someone else made them. But they are here for you now, coming from my mind to yours.
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About the artist
Maia McDonald is a designer and ceramicist living and working in Wellington, New Zealand