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Susan Thayer

Bulb Flowers

porcelain, fired at mid range, to cone five.




I made Bulb Flowers in a fit of nostalgia for the moment when tulips emerge from frozen earth shattering the endless grey of a New England winter. Years passed by before I understood that while I was making art, art was making me.

My backbone spirals in three dimensions. Its delicate curves were barely noticeable when I was young. Now when I see Bulb Flowers I see myself in it as though it were a mirror.


Tall, straight, and square, those are the words that guide me now. I stretch toward symmetry the way a flower reaches toward the sun.

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