The Mess #9
...the last mess photo, the last photo of the term, before it comes home to disintegrate and return to the earth.
"You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of our grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the earth is rich with the lives of our kin. Teach your children what we have taught our children - that the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth, befalls the sons of the earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.
This we know. the earth does not belong to man; man belongs to the earth. This we know. All things are connected like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected.
Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth. Man did not weave the web of life; he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself ..."
"You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of our grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the earth is rich with the lives of our kin. Teach your children what we have taught our children - that the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth, befalls the sons of the earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.
This we know. the earth does not belong to man; man belongs to the earth. This we know. All things are connected like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected.
Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth. Man did not weave the web of life; he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself ..."
- Chief Seattle
The clay I form comes from the stones, minerals, and waters formed many millions of years ago. The clay I form contains the bones of my ancestors. How can I know what a lump of this earth should become in my humble hands? How do I ever choose amongst the infinite possibilities which exist in any given moment. This is a responsibility that I hold in my hands, to make a thing worthy of existence, well beyond the exploration of learning a technique is the questioning and then the answering, the processes, and the result that never becomes a stopping point but instead another strand.
The clay I form comes from the stones, minerals, and waters formed many millions of years ago. The clay I form contains the bones of my ancestors. How can I know what a lump of this earth should become in my humble hands? How do I ever choose amongst the infinite possibilities which exist in any given moment. This is a responsibility that I hold in my hands, to make a thing worthy of existence, well beyond the exploration of learning a technique is the questioning and then the answering, the processes, and the result that never becomes a stopping point but instead another strand.
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