Ode to Paulus Berensohn


I found myself with clay in my hands again the other day. Followong along with what the clay was asking of me.

I realised I was creating in response to what I had learnt from the documentary To spring from the hand.

The eventual object is less important than the process. 

I learnt recently that we lost the great Paulus Berensohn who the documentary is about. 

I wish I'd had the chance to meet him.