​Clay Mariposa Lily (Calochortus argillosus)
...In Everything SeriesRed clay, underglaze, stains, gold luster, beeswax, wire, chain, patinated copper . 12 x 28 x 14.25 inches . Our native endangered Bay Area beauty. 

I am proud this piece is exhbiting with 48 inspiring women artists!

​I am honored that NY2CA visited my studio and chose 16 of my ceramic sculptures for their first collaboration. 
 🧬A retrospective of my, eco-sociol-justice, pedestal pieces 🍃
from 2014 - present.

 In Hot Water — Canary & Elephant Series

90% of Coral reefs, our ocean's Gardens, are in trouble due to global warming, unsustainable fishing, pollution and habitat destruction. 
Teapot Anatomy

• The hand carved belly of the teapot represents brain coral (Diploria strigoga) and of course acidic, hot water! Coral’s white skeleton is revealed as it dies— “coral bleaching”.
• The spout portrays our endangered California Hydrocoral
• The handle is a fictitious coral. 

The Cups — some of the animals dependent on coral reefs:

• The seahorse cup represents our very own Pacific seahorse, Hippocampus ingen. Populations have dropped 50-90% in past 15 years. It is also Vulnerable due to destruction of habitat, aquariums, 
• The Banggai Cardinalfish (commonly known as angelfish) is endangered because of its popularity as a pet in home aquariums.
• Sea Stars (Pisaster ochraceus) on our west coast from Alaska to Mexico were dying in massive numbers from wasting syndrome in 2014 when I made this piece.  The disease is still present, but Sea Star numbers have increased some.
• Some good news: The fish cup, with the fan shaped tail, represents the Goby fish. When coral is stressed by overgrowth of algae or seaweed, it emits a chemical that the Goby fish is attracted to — it will come chew away the invading algae & seaweed! 
• And of course, homosapiens (people). Tea anyone? Drink for change!

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Vicki Gunter . "Baby Names 1955-2020" Ceramic, 21 x 28 x 6

When I've shared this piece with others I was surprised to discover how many people didn't know any of the  names I carefully pressed into the clay one letter at a time.  I've been asked to explain. It is painful. Yet, I am grateful  for this moment to share the story of  why  I created "Baby Names 1955-2020 - New Era Series".When shelter-in-place began I was motivated to take advantage of previously desired, now abundant, time. I completed three clay sculptures from March-May. That’s a lot! I felt tethered to our small, sheltered world and grieved those dying from COVID-19. When George Floyd was murdered, I was completely untethered, emotionally and creatively. I couldn’t continue on the same path. I wanted to hit the streets in protest, but having reached age 70, COVID-19 held me back. I mused... and woke one morning with a full vision of a new piece, memorializing victims, my grief,  inspirations from BLM, and my previous work. 
I researched lists on different sites: Black Lives Matter, press, wikipedia, universities, etc. I was moved when I found  the home page of  the Baby Names website had posted an extensive list of people unjustly murdered. All somebody’s baby. 
The 44 names on the piece begin with Emmett Till whose 1955 murder sparked the civil rights movement. Each of these people are victims of unnecessary, often intentional police killings or white supremacist violence. They are all people of color, across the spectrum of age, gender and sexual orientation. Some struggled with mental health others were simply going about their daily lives. The 44th victim is George Floyd. My palette is primarily white because I was moved by the statement his family made by wearing white to his funeral saying, “This is NOT an end, but a New Era."
I chose the yellow of the cautionary canary, still alerting us. DNA is inscribed on the blooming rose, telling the story that this genetic code of molecules is evidence of the shared ancestry of all living things. 
Tragically, many more black and brown lives have been taken. Yes, white people have also been unjustly murdered by police but black and brown people are disproportionally targeted. Historically we have been and are systematically divided by race. None of us are free until we are all free. 
I have linked each person’s name to articles and sites that detail the end of their lives. You, of course, may choose not to click on these links.

I hope you will at least be moved to honor them by Saying Their Names…

Emmett Till, Medgar Evers, Ahmaud Arbery, Stephon Clark, Aiyana Jones, Mike Brown, Tamir Rice, Trayvon Martin, Clifford Glover, Sandra Bland, Bettie Jones, Walter Scott, Rekia Boyd, Claude Reese, Randy Evans, John Crawford, Meagan Hockaday, Alton Sterling, Jordan Edwards, Tony McDade, Pamela Turner

Oscar Grant, Breonna Taylor, Eric Garner, Andy Lopez, Randy Lopez, Randy Evans, Amadou Diallo, Keith Scott, Jordan Davis, Corey Jones, Freddie Gray, Nina Popp, Ezell Ford, India Kager, Mary Truxillo, Janet Wilson, Eric Reason, Alteria Woods, Renisha McBride, Willam Green, Timothy Thomas, Mya Hall, George Floyd 

​At the magical age of nine (1959), my father & mother put an old wooden pack frame on my back, hung a Sierra Club Cup on my rope belt and we “hit the trail”. I discovered the earth could sustain me as it is and I could survive in it with little more than a spoon, a cup, dried apples, jerky and the body warmth of family. And wow, it was hard work, but so worth it, not only because of the extraordinary beauty — we were experiencing our life source. 
When we reached Little Pete Meadow in the high sierras, we were gifted with Huckleberries~ one of our simple native delights that stirs us to defend what we stand on…! We mixed them with Bisquick making one giant blueberry biscuit over our campfire. My father actually carried a small cast-iron skillet for this purpose. Yes, crazy.
This “cup” and its huckleberries are made entirely of ceramic, simulating granite. The blueberry stems and handle are hand-worked wire. The plinth is an actual granite stone.
. . .
This is a time of year for family gatherings.  To create new and continue old traditions together. I am not thankful for the traditional lies of Thanksgiving, hiding the genocide of the native people of this land, in order to claim it as the United States of America. 
I am thankful for the gathering of family to cook together, to eat together, to remember together. To love, laugh, dance and play music. And, yes, even to argue together! 
It can be a healing time.
I wish you and yours love and joy on your paths,

Vicki

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