Rumi writes quintessential poetry about dance, as ritual, symbol and practice. I return to his verses again and again, and they lead me to make new ceramic forms.
Rumi1_stoneware_8x6x2 Close the ears on your head that listen mostly to lies and cynical jokes. There are other things to see and hear—Music, Dance, a brilliant city inside your soul
Rumi2_stoneware_7.5×3.5×1.5 In your light I learn how to love, in your beauty how to make poems. You dance inside where no-one sees you/but sometimes I do/and that light becomes this art
Rumi3_stoneware_8.5×5.5×2.5 Close the ears on your head that listen mostly to lies and cynical jokes. There are other things to see and hear—Music, Dance, a brilliant city inside your soul
Rumi4_stoneware_8x4.5×2 Daylight, full of small dancing particles and the one great turning. Our souls are dancing with you. Without feet they dance. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?
Rumi5a_stoneware_9x6x2
A secret turning in us
makes the universe turn.
Head unaware of feet,
and feet head.
Neither cares.
They keep turning.
Kanika Sircar Studio 