Cluster

Emily Browning

Stoneware, stain, glaze / wheel-thrown and hand-sculpted

Monologue: We have come from the deep-dark-far-away to be here. Tumbling blind and soft-bellied along until, at last: here. Our homes emerge synchronously and sharp-sided, made of salt and carbon and clay and the body that binds us. Ever growing, tentative tongues stretch further into the tides; there we taste the everything of thence and now and not-yet. We meet ourselves for the first time. As the wide-dark-far-above returns and beckons the shores to rest, we whisper new secrets in unison until we are all dreaming the same dream.