Ann Hudson/ Poetry and Pottery

Preparation work for a zoom session. Utilising minature animals in response to some poetry.

A Robert Louis Stevenson poem of the friendly cow. (A sweet poem about a boy who loves his cow).

The friendly cow work drying with 3 cast cows and 2 hand built horses.
Farmyard animals.

The friendly cow all red and white I love with all my heart. She gives me cream with all her might, to eat with apple tart. She wanders lowing here and there, and yet she cannot stray, all in the pleasant air, the pleasant light of day, and blown by all the winds that pass and wet with all the showers, She walks among the meadow grass and eats the meadow flowers.

Poem focussing on the sky, hill and tree rather than the cow. a poem written by Annette Wynnne. Sky and tree and hill and all, I could touch you were I tall, but I shall not even try, Great big tree and hill and sky; I shall stay down here, and see All the little things like me, And let all the big things be, Till I grow up wise and tall, sky and tree and hill and all.

Sky and tree and hill and all.

Whenever you’re feeling bothered or sore, Go and look at a Cow, When everything else is a fearful bore, Go and look at a Cow, observe her gentle and placcid air, Her nonchalance and savour Faire, Her absolute freedom from every care, Her imperturbable brow. So when you’re at the end of your wits, Go and look at a Cow, or when your nerves are frayed to bits, And wrinkles furrow your brow, She’ll merely Moo in her gentle way, switching her rudder as if to say “Bother tomorrow! Let’s Live today! Take the advice of a cow”.

Ode to a cow

Life is a Void circle by Khairul Ahsan.

Life is a void circle, I am at its centre, So it’s no matter if the circle is bigger or smaller. I remain at its centre At no point can I intersect its circumference, As I am equidistant.

Dried voids. Ready for firing. ? Underglaze or glaze or leave white and put on a black background.

A Haiku I wrote to accompany the vase shaped vessel made up of 3 tea cups.” The vase shape I made, from cut and poked and pushed clay, looks like a person”.

Work in process for Ode to an Urn

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