a woman's anticipation propels her and her shopping bags along the pavement
she has not forgotten the taboos against flight and time travel
she is being discreet
so intense is her engagement with this world
it is hard to believe that one day she will disappear from it


.......

like the one accompanied by the tomb figure
that i touched



and photographed

like the apprentice, the one selling pots on the day dust covered life in Pompeii

i rush to draw us racing time

stop to draw us suspended




i draw the feeling of throwing feet and hands and head










i move to the wheel where i throw these parts
and the body that joins them
and pots they make

every part of this piece is thrown on the wheel
except the slab-formed cuboid base




the finished piece, 77 cm high, 23 cm wide, 23 cm deep
stoneware clay
sancai glaze