My love affair with bowls began many, many years ago on my first trip to Europe. Breakfast in a cheap pensione included coffee and milk, served in bowls, not cups. Raising the simple ceramic filled with strong coffee and foamy milk to my lips, I marveled at the mundane act transformed into a blessing. That bowl warmed my hands, captured my heart, and prompted a life’s passion.
The bowl evokes in us the most profound of human gestures: a bowl cradled in two hands; both arms extending out to offer or to receive; a head bowed to drink. A bowl summons one of most intimate relationships with the human body.
I now collect bowls of all kinds and materials—hand made and mass produced; glass, wood and ceramic; small and large—and use them in ways both intended and unexpected. I visit exhibitions of ancient Greek drinking vessels and imagine the fun when the wine was finished and the drawing at the bottom of the bowl was spied. At contemporary ceramic studios, I thrill at the feel of bowls with inventive shapes. At Japanese tea parlors, I lose myself in the complexities of the colors and finishes. And, each time I hold a bowl in my hands, I am aware of a blessing given and received.
Gloria Gerace is based in Los Angeles, CA. This submission came to us via: curatorial@museumofcontemporarycraft.org