A blessing for the way you will not know me, 2024. Stoneware, 8" x 8" x 6". 

The title derives from an excerpt in David Whyte’s poem, “Blessing for Unrequited Love”—

“A blessing for the way you will not know me in the years to come, and with it, a blind outstretched blessing of my hands on anything or anyone that cannot ever come to know me fully as I am, and therefore, a blessing even, for the way I will never fully know myself, above all, the deepest, kindest wishes of my own hidden and untrammeled heart for what you had to hide from me in you. Let me be generous enough and large enough to say goodbye to you without understanding, to let you go into your own understanding.”

Knowing another, or the willingness to know another in ways that transcend the limitations of the established ways one knows how to know, as the highest form of unconditional love. Then, imposed concealment, hasty, immature, misinformed gesture, as feeble attempts to express love in the only way one knows love, has been shown love.

Gaps simultaneously on the verge of opening and closing, I contemplate this line of thinking—how little you know about me; how little you care to know about me/how little I wish you to know about me; how little I know about you; how little we will ever know about each other.