Bones, Fertility symbols

The porcelain has had me thinking with my hands about bones and fragments of creatures we were too late to meet, or maybe human, something precious and fragile and robust simultaneously. I have the feeling that each material, each type of clay infers its own meaning- it has already lived as something and to make it into something else entirely would be wrong. Terracotta makes me want to make tool like objects, crank becomes rough hand built pots, porcelain is too fine to become anything that isn't fine and made with care.  I have still been working with the wax, anticipating more casting. The forms that have been unfolding from my hands have been reminiscent of vulvas and phalluses. This was not my intention, but while I was making the forms, I was thinking of seed pods and natural forms, and of corse in nature there are many intimations of genitals. It seems like the work is leaning towards some kind of anthropological thought process- found objects, results of hands and seeds and excavations of soil and sand