My mother had ceramic figurines. She didn’t collect them, but they appeared, nonetheless. Wedding gifts, Mother’s Day gifts (yes, I was one of the offenders), birthday gifts, in they came. It must have been infuriating, but she accepted them all graciously. And like all good fifties and sixties housewives, she displayed the hideous things. From Hummels to Precious Moments to that “I wuv you” crap they sold in card stores, they all were on shelves in the living room, perched awkwardly above the monstrous console stereo and dusted weekly. Since dusting was my job, I came to loathe them very early on. And I began to associate all ceramics with terrible taste.
Katherine Mourling works in ceramics. However, her objects are so intriguing and so tasteful, I find myself wanting them. No, needing them. No small feat after the parade of uglies I was forced to dust. Enjoy!
July 2, 2014 at 4:12 pm
I like the zebra’s meet Escher.
July 2, 2014 at 6:54 pm
July 2, 2014 at 10:38 pm
I love the whimsy in her work, but I would especially love to own one or a series of the zinnia-dahlias. I’d be able to dust those!
July 2, 2014 at 10:43 pm
It really does all come down to the dusting, doesn’t it?
July 3, 2014 at 7:51 am
Wow! Very nice update on the past! 🙂
July 3, 2014 at 9:53 am
Isn’t it? I think it helps that they’re objects and not figures.
July 7, 2014 at 11:43 am
Funny, what I remember about my mother’s figurines was my constant fear of breaking one of them. I neither have nor want many such things. On the other hand, I haven’t gotten around to hanging curtains in most of the house either. I have a sort of decorating anorexia that I am working to overcome. You should come help me.
July 7, 2014 at 12:11 pm
I would love it!
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