Prayers for a Small Planet

My first pot in this series exploded in the kiln. I saw it as a metaphor for the fragile state of our planet. Generations of ecological abuse has left it degraded. Overabundance for the few leaves a legacy of poverty for the many. Religious and political fanaticism replace honest discourse. The coils in these pots can be seen as trajectories, each with a different outcome. On a visit to Palo Alto, I see our best hope, but it will amount to nothing if we don’t have a planet to inhabit.

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