This is the finished creation using my alphabet named Victory. There was a focus in the workshop.We were to use our made up letters to write our own epitaph, our last words. My came out in poem form. The words are as follows:
Clay moving in my hands,
Letters written in ancient patterns -
Paid to practice,
following my inner muse.
Loving many, loved by you.
I loved using the patterns of the black ink on the white page. Why make an opening line go straight? I like a bit of wave in my life. I guess I am assuming that those who read my epitaph are dear to me, and perhaps I to them.
It is interesting to me what we all do leave behind. Certainly my creations, both in pen and ink as well as ceramics, will long outlast the mortal me. I like it that I can invent art forms that often seem very beautiful to me and others. I makes me feel, well, happy!