CLAY ART - Susan Musi

Rough birds fit this field, starlings and crows, their blue-black wings against the sheen of the week-old snow and the metallic stubble of corn.   The sun behind a squirrel's nest, an eclipse unnoticed in the rest of the world, sends no one into panic, an omen of nothing to come.  Observe one gray displace another.  This day in history a mouse was caught in a drainage ditch, you hurt your arm, at night the stars came out.

Flowers......put up no resistance to attack, suffer evil rather than inflicting it, imitate carnal love, multiple without fighting, and die without complaining...They have realized the dream of Buddha:  to desire nothing, to tolerate everything .....

A wasp rises to its papery nest under the eaves where it daubs at the gray shape, but seems unable to enter its own house.