08/08/2026
I title this face jug “Stormy Monday,” after the T-Bone Walker song later made famous by the Allman Brothers, whose version I was listening to while working on the piece. The jug became a story in which seemingly unrelated experiences meet: North Carolina BBQ, the African roots of the banjo, and even a bright red fire hydrant that recalls my years as a volunteer firefighter. These ordinary images become markers of time, place, memory, and my own lived experience. Within that story, Stormy Monday reminds us that experience moves in rhythms, rising and falling like a wave, gathering like a cloud, and eventually breaking open beneath the sun. The face jug gathers these perceptions into a single object: earth shaped by human hands and carrying Southern memory, music, technology, weather, humor, and mystery. Through Perceptionism, these things do not exist in isolation; meaning emerges from the relationships we discover among them. In the end, the face staring back from the clay becomes a mirror, asking not simply, “What do you see?” but “How are you seeing?”