The Porosity of Self
It’s easy to think of the self as contained within a solid boundary. We have skin that separates our insides from our surroundings. It is known within some cultures that we are not distinct from our environment, in fact we are just as much a part of it as the trees, the land, the water, and it is a part of us. I was not raised within a belief system that follows this thinking. But I am a spiritual person, and a scientist. Well, at the very least I have a science degree.

The Reality of Solids
I was taught that true solidity doesn’t exist. Atoms have space within and between them, even within objects we think of as solid. In fact, identifying an atom as wholly belonging to one thing is an oversimplification of reality. On a microscopic level, our cells are somewhat fluid: they do not adhere like bricks and mortar. Our skin is porous.

A Body is a Vessel that Leaks
Ceramicists often use the language of bodies to refer to a vase’s shape; the shoulders, the belly, the foot. As a ceramic artist I use the vessel as a metaphor for the self. I often sculpt with earthenware, a type of clay with particles more loosely bound than others. Earthenware is porous, and doesn’t hold water.
The Soul Pours Out
I believe in the self as having an interior that is distinct from the exterior, but that openly exchanges with the environment. My spirit leaks. Part of it is captured in sacred objects: my jewellery, my favourite sweater. Every piece of art I make contains a little fragment. Some of it is caught within the heart of my loved ones.
The Spirit Flows
My emotions are not trapped in a bottle, they flow through me. Or at least that’s the goal. Money flows into my account, and out where required. I try not to hoard wealth. Care and ease flows into my life, and out. I pass it on to others.
By embracing the permeability of my being I am more aligned with my values and beliefs.