9.5" wide x .5" high
Porcelain clay dropped on beach stones and then glazed by dipping into slurry that resulted from cutting rocks drilled out of Mid-Atlantic Ridge. Pattern resulted from surface tension between slurry and undulating clay surface.
Bill Holm’s poem, "New Religion".
This morning no sound but the loud
breathing of the sea. Suppose that under
all that salt water lived the god
that humans have spent ten thousand years
trawling the heavens for.
We caught the wrong metaphor.
Real space is wet and underneath,
the church of shark and whale and cod.
The noise of those vast lungs
exhaling: the plain chanting of monkfish choirs.
Heaven's not up but down, and hell
is to evaporate in air. Salvation,
to drown and breathe
forever with the sea.