Lori Gramling

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Lori Gramling

I took a “brief” 30 year hiatus from ceramic artwork, and now have come back to clay – one of my first loves. During those years in between, I raised a family and journeyed with many people as a psychologist. These two callings have also been enduring loves, and I think they have deeply influenced the art I now produce, and dream of for the future.

For me, all art begins in the heart: I start with what I love; what gives me deep meaning; what touches me. I hope that as I express these personal realities, they in turn speak to someone else. Being present at art events is a chance to share my thoughts, feelings, and creations, and to connect with others. It is enriching to hear from people who have their own ideas and creative impulses – so many great exchanges! I think that whenever someone speaks from the heart, and attempts to live from that place, a light is kindled.

My own art is grounded in a sense of connection. Even with the simplest little birds on a mug, there is that. With those mugs, I pay attention to where someone’s hand might rest…I picture someone at work or home, maybe a little preoccupied, but then the thumb rests against tail feathers, or as the cup is tilted, someone is suddenly looking into an owl’s eyes. Then a moment of connection – wake up! Here I am! Like you, another little creature of this world! Also, there is that connection across the ages. When I see a little Pre-Columbian figure made in the area of Peru 2000 years ago, and it has a little funny smile as it looks up at me, I’m connected – connected with someone who sat with a lump clay 2 millennia ago and gave that corner of the mouth that twist that sent a message of humor and friendship and fellowship to me. Now I send my version on to you.

Recently, a gallery owner that I work with pointed out that my work easily lends itself to be given – that a buyer might be as likely to buy a piece of my work to pass on to someone they love, as to enjoy it themselves. I think she may have captured in a nutshell why a semi-retired grandma would once again sit down in front of a wheel or table with just a lump of clay.

May that love of life keep flowing for all of us!