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RONNA MINK
The 5 pieces you are about to view are from my solo exhibition entitled, "An Unveiling;thoughts after tragedy." This exhibition was in response to a loss suffered following the plane crash of Flight 3407.
Some pieces have commentary attached.
Fragile Life,17.5"h x 11.25"w,
smoke-fired stoneware, terrasigillata,gold-leaf,glass,2009
Burning Impressions,
approx. 30"h x 18"w, smoke-fired
raku clay, mylar, steel & vinyl, 2009
My Cup Runneth Over
Many vessels . . . some on land and some on water. They represent all the people in our lives.
I have chosen water to signify nourishment, cleansing and passage. I have chosen ground to signify stability and longevity.
We often use the phrase My cup. . . to express how lucky we are for lifes bounty.
Everyone who has touched our lives contributes to who we are.
Some things in life can be measured in years; others by moments.
My Cup Runneth Over,approx. 4'square, saggar-fired clay, soda-fired bricks,organic elements,2009
Our Bodies Are Merely Vessels
From generation to generation, from mother to child, from one to another, we exist beyond our body and beyond our own lifeline.
Our Bodies Are Merely Vessels,approx. 3 1/2'h,smoke-fired clay, broken & reassembled, post-fire pigmentation, 2009
The Unexpected Mourners
It was time to bury my stepsons' Mother.
Twenty-five of us walked through the cemetery in Queens. We reached the burial plot and formed a circle around it. The moment we took our places, hundreds of birds flew up from the ground. They swirled around us in one beautiful motion and landed on the trees close by.
Amazed as we were by this, something more shocking was about to take place. As the funeral officiator began to speak, the birds began to scream. Their screams were so loud that we all struggled to hear the words being spoken.
As we placed the last shovel of dirt in the grave, quiet was realized and the birds had gone.
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