Coming
out of the shadows or even a bit like a partial eclipse, this thick and crazed
feldspar vase reluctantly appears before the viewer presenting form and surface
that paints an evocative landscape. There is something so ethereal and
contemplative about the works of Yasuda Zenko that is unlike few others; these
pieces are like connective tissue from mind to pure emotion and even a sense of
totality. Filled with elegance and raw energy here that despite the deceptively
simplicity of works of this style and nature, time falls away like melting snow
and the complexities of life are narrated in three dimensions if you allow it to
happen. I find there is a tremendous sense of solitude and solemnity imbued
within the simple elements of clay and fire on display where a pot lives within
the view and grasp of the observer. I can't honestly say that I know the intent
and reason behind these drifting cloud pots by Yasuda but I can relate how they
communicate with me even though I suspect the dialogue is presumably just at its beginning.
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