Lee Horus Clark and Yolande Clark
Effigy - 100 figures and the buddha
LEE HORUS CLARK SOON... (#7) |
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LEE HORUS CLARK WHOA! (#8)
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LEE HORUS CLARK UNTITLED (#5) |
YOLANDE CLARK SORROW JOURNEY (#97) |
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YOLANDE CLARK BIRTHING (#56)
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YOLANDE CLARK EMBRACE (#99)
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LEE HORUS CLARK UNTITLED (#11) |
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LEE HORUS CLARK with NIKKI and SOPHIE THERIAULT admiring YOLANDE's pieces
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LEE HORUS CLARK LOST IN THE HEAT OF THE MOMENT (#10)
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YOLANDE CLARK DOING HER HAIR (#54) |
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LEE HORUS CLARK LOCAL GIRL SURVIVES FIRE (#32)
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LEE HORUS CLARK I'M READY, TAKE WHAT YOU NEED (#13) |
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YOLANDE CLARK BATMAN BUDDHA (#95)
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LEE HORUS CLARK LOCAL BOY SURVIVES FIRE (#18) |
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LEE HORUS CLARK I CAN'T HEAR YOU (#17)
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LEE HORUS CLARK UNTITLED (#19) |
YOLANDE CLARK THE PALACE OF EXTINCTION (#61) |
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YOLANDE CLARK MY HEART IS IN THE WRONG PLACE (#75) |
YOLANDE CLARK PERCH ON THE RIVERSIDE (#59)
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YOLANDE CLARK KNEELING ON THE FROZEN GROUND (#68) |
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YOLANDE CLARK ONE THING IS TRUE (#94) |
YOLANDE CLARK DANCER (#69) |
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A sense of the sizes....
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YOLANDE CLARK YOU ARE (#71) |
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YOLANDE CLARK SAD JEWEL (#57) |
YOLANDE CLARK NOURISH (#73)
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YOLANDE CLARK G.I. BUDDHA (#78)
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YOLANDE CLARK I NEED YOU (#87)
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YOLANDE CLARK VANILLA ICE (#88) |
Lee and Yolande's almost 2 year old Horus helping |
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"Dancer" Pre-firing |
What an amazing view!
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YOLANDE CLARK CARBON CLOAK (#80) |
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YOLANDE CLARK LOTUS WOMAN IN PRAYER(#81)
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YOLANDE CLARK THE KING IN A SOFT CLOAK (#82)
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LEE HORUS CLARK APHRODITE (#35)
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LEE HORUS CLARK I'VE LOST MY MIND (#43)
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LEE HORUS CLARK SECOND TRIMESTER (#38)
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YOLANDE CLARK PERFECT WISDOM AND THE VOW (#89) |
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YOLANDE CLARK WHITE WITCH (#90)
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YOLANDE CLARK CRACKED (#101)
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Lee stoking the fire in the middle of the night |
An 8.5 month pregnant Yolande tending the kiln |
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Click below to read Kate Wallace's article "Extreme Potters" featuring Lee and Yolande, from the March 20, 2010 issue of the Telegraph Journal "Salon" Statement: Ten cords of sustainably harvested semi-tree length Tamarack and Pine logs are delivered by Grampy Clark in the early cool of spring. Soon, we find ourselves on long summer days under sweat-hot sun, cutting, splitting and piling fragrant wood, again again and joyfully again. During warm nights and early mornings in our tiny studio, figures take shape under our hands, a gathering of bodies, personaes from our past and future lives, the universal me and you of improvised dreams, dark and light. In a haze of making, the clay tells us who it wants to be; butter-soft white porcelain, blood-iron clay we dug ourselves when Horus was tiny from a nearby stream, and hardy stoneware for the firebox onslaught. Friends arrive at the woodpile to truck each load down to our 27-foot long Little River Anagama kiln, mediaeval, disastrous and magical as always after winter storms, its indelible structure built into the ridge below the emerald gulch where the forest opens up on the banks of the Big Presque Isle River. We clean and sweep up clumps of fur that line the cold brick floor, claw and bone, evidence the kiln was home to small animals before the thaw. Little Horus piles wood with the best of them, while Lee packs the kiln over several days. Each piece Yolande passes to him is placed on shells and shelves with careful consideration. Some figures enter as bare clay, and some are glazed with shino--a simple feldspar glaze, whose mystical ability to shift and shimmer, always enigmatic and infinitely responsive to heat and ash, has captured artists since its development in 16th century Japan. During six days of cooling time, the kiln sits with its quiet secret. Then, three days before our show that opens Friday the 13th, 2010, at Gallery 78, we crack the door, and topple bricks to find our treasure. The strange mystery therein is of us, and of the world, but otherworldly too. We greet our congregation with reverence, some fear, and ultimately the gentleness required of any kind of bearing witness; right effort and compassion for ourselves and all others, too. To love is to be happy with, and these subtle, lovely, earthy, watery, dewy beauties are all. Devotion is the way. Thanks to all the buddhas, bodhisattvas, and wonderful people in our lives. Yolande and Lee Clark You can learn more about Yolande and Lee by following their blog, please click below:
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