Larry Fodor

When I work there is a sweeping away of external awareness and predetermination, opening doors through which the core of my emotional perception is accessed, much like fusion jazz (in particular Miles Davis) maneuvers to the heart of human sensation.

In the accumulation of an infinite variety of marks and strokes of paint there is a gathering of moments. Conversely, throwing a small intimate hand held vessel is the culmination of but one moment. Given that every moment is unique and an opportunity to reveal truth and unfurl realizations of the self, then each mark or stroke of paint, or each tea bowl being thrown, are moments that carry similar promise.

The resolve to inquire runs strong. With persistent marks of paint and determined repetition at the potter’s wheel, I find validity, and a greater understanding of the self. These paintings and tea bowls carry corresponding possibilities for the viewer.

Larry Fodor
summer 2006