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“Blue chamber”, the title of this body of work, pays tribute to the writings of Lewis Thomas’: “We live inside a blue chamber, a bubble of air blown by ourselves” 1. From the rhythmic cycles of wet and dry earth that have threaded through my ceramics to date - the northern Queensland fingerprint/ imprint- I have been, at 800 metres in the cool southern highlands of New South Wales, confronted with a realm of cloud, wind, frost and a brief, unexpected snow storm. Wind, to regular gale and near-gale, and the rapid flux of cloud against a dome of sky, insists upon my daily attention. I wonder what this place is making of me, and what I am making of this place. Around me, alongside remnant forest and peat wetland, sits the veneer of another country in the guises of segmented farmland, cottage garden and the transplanted species of another hemisphere. But it is the drama of weather and sky that compels consideration, and dictates even the making of ceramics. Within this context, I continue to explore selective translucency and opacity with the play of inlaid line. November 2004 1.Lewis Thomas, 1974. The Lives of a Cell: Notes of a Biology Watcher.)
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