Usually by this time of year one or other of us in this house would have caught sight of our ghost.
The summer after the Minx was born, I blamed the continual sightings of shadowy figures staring round the doors at me in half afternoon, half evening light on sleep deprivation. The hairs raising on the back of my neck were harder to explain away, particularly in the sultry humid heat of a Sydney summer.
My husband took the view that we had a visitor.
Two years ago a person who had a huge influence on my husband died. My husband believes that this person visited us to get one last look at this wondrous pot.
The last time that I wore these heels it was in memory of that person. Someone that my husband loved and admires very much. The ridiculously talented and aggressively vibrant ceramic art tour de force known as Alex Leckie.
Every so often someone from Alex’s past finds our glimpse of him through this blog. Not so long ago, for example, I met Dillon Kesur. Dillon visited Greece for a fleeting visit that turned into a food odyssey. He has an artistic flair for food that rivals Alex’s abilities with clay.
Maybe one of these days someone will write the biography of a man who lived life hard and created the most exquisitely beautiful ceramic art while he did so. Maybe Dillon’s Greek taverna inspired recipes and this photo might feature therein.
In memoriam, I wore the hole-y sandals again and have taken a photo of a pot that we inherited from Alex. The pot features a potassium dichromate glaze. Potassium dichromate is one of the most lethal chemicals on the planet. Alex asked my husband when he was working at the Glasgow School of Art to buy 25 kilos of the stuff.
If you dumped that 25 kilos of potassium dichromate into an adjacent reservoir you could have fatally poisoned half the population of Glasgow, my husband tells me. Alex wisely smuggled it to Greece in his camper van instead.
The pot is an extra piece that Alex made for an exhibition that he held in Glasgow in the early eighties. He gave the pot to Thomas Scott, the clay technician in the Ceramics Department at the time. Thomas (Tommy) was a veteran of World War II and a survivor of the Normandy Landings depicted in Saving Private Ryan. Tommy never wanted to talk about that landing or the war. I’ve never wanted to watch Saving Private Ryan.
Instead, on a hot sultry summer’s night without much breeze I find myself sitting on the front step, snaffling any cool air that I can and remembering.
These sandals were last worn here. I’m not sure they’ll last another year but photos will live on.
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