Dante Ambriel

email:Dante Ambriel

1261 Swan Road box 90
Denman Island BC
V0R-1T0

www.danteambriel.com



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When I pick up a piece of soft porcelain, it begins to sing its song to me. Unlike a human song, which takes its form in a linear way and is composed of high vibrating sonics and moves from beginning to end, the clay’s song begins with its core and moves out into the space around it, calling for layer upon layer of slower vibrating matter until it has configured its self into a form.

The clay plays me like a composer playing a piano, the song of the clay uses me to preform its form.

It sings through my bones at me and I try to keep up to its demands with technique and innovation but I never know what’s coming next. I guess that that is the fun of it.



PORCELAIN
LIKE BONE CHINA
FRAGILE AND TRANSLUCENT
MY BODY
IS A BOWL
MOULDED OF SPITTLE AND DUST
TATTOOED WITH SPARKS AND DREAMS
REACHING THROUGH THE MUD
FOR THE LIGHT
I AM FIRED TOO HOT TO FLY
LIKE ICARUS FALLING
WAXEN WINGS SHED
A SPIRALING WORN GLOVE OR AN OLD SHOE
CAST OFF
ABANDONED
MY BONES WILL BE ALL THAT’S LEFT
TAKEN BACK
INTO THE EARTH
AND FOLDED IN
SHE WILL GIFT THEM OUT
TO RISE UP AGAIN
AS PORCELAIN



original design by Mireille Dijks and Jasna Sokolovic/revised 2009 by Linda Lewis and Don Jung