The poetry of hands, 18
Frest mint tea

To my Jelisava


Olive tree silhouette against Jelisava's view of the Adriatic Sea / from Malinska on the island of Krk, Croatia / May 2005

As I have been making pots I have been inventing a language. Through their shapes and textures and shadows I say out into a common place things I often cannot express in any other way even to people close to me; things about the strength and frailty of our longings to be good to each other.

~ Elspeth Owen



Today is the one-year anniversary of my Jelisava blog. I feel like I've been inventing a new language as I've traveled the path since my first post.


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