Laura Clemons
email: lauraclemons@frontiernet.net
My Old Florida Home: It's been 30 years since I moved to Tennessee to go to college - and the older I get,
the more resonance my childhood home in Florida has for me. I grew up on the Apollo-age Space Coast,
where the people were mostly a dissonant mix of the rural descendants of pioneers chafing against the government-operated space agency and the upstart engineers and technologists moving in to get those first men on the moon. The house I grew up in was already more than 100 years old when I was a child, and it was the only library for miles around, built in the days before roads, when people poled their boats up and down the Indian River. Our neighbors all lived in pastel-pretty cinderblock houses built quickly and cheaply and recently to accommodate the influx of newcomers. So I'm familiar with the old and new - and pretty comfortable with it. "My Old Florida Home" is a mostly a mix of classic shapes glazed and carved in colors and textures that suggest the sub-tropics, as well as the old and weathered, the salt-beaten and hurricane-battered exteriors I grew up with on the Intracoastal Waterway. But there's also the occasional spotlight sculpture in this series. These pieces speak to me of marine life: They're curvy and soft around the edges, as water-worn things often are, having been tumbled end over end, year after year, across the sandy ocean floor.
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email: lauraclemons@frontiernet.net
My Old Florida Home: It's been 30 years since I moved to Tennessee to go to college - and the older I get,
the more resonance my childhood home in Florida has for me. I grew up on the Apollo-age Space Coast,
where the people were mostly a dissonant mix of the rural descendants of pioneers chafing against the government-operated space agency and the upstart engineers and technologists moving in to get those first men on the moon. The house I grew up in was already more than 100 years old when I was a child, and it was the only library for miles around, built in the days before roads, when people poled their boats up and down the Indian River. Our neighbors all lived in pastel-pretty cinderblock houses built quickly and cheaply and recently to accommodate the influx of newcomers. So I'm familiar with the old and new - and pretty comfortable with it. "My Old Florida Home" is a mostly a mix of classic shapes glazed and carved in colors and textures that suggest the sub-tropics, as well as the old and weathered, the salt-beaten and hurricane-battered exteriors I grew up with on the Intracoastal Waterway. But there's also the occasional spotlight sculpture in this series. These pieces speak to me of marine life: They're curvy and soft around the edges, as water-worn things often are, having been tumbled end over end, year after year, across the sandy ocean floor.
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