{"object":[{"sourceId":{"label":"Source ID","value":"2752"},"altNumsArchivespace":{"label":"ArchiveSpace","value":"2011.1"},"copyright":{"label":"Copyright","value":"Copyright for this work is under review."},"titlesPopular":{"label":"Title (popular)","value":"Mourning Urn"},"thesconceptsTechnique":{"label":"Technique","value":"http://nodes.emuseum.com/BU1BGBAG/apis/emuseum/network/v1/vocabularies/termMaster24578"},"creditline":{"label":"Credit Line","value":"Gift of Judith Alexander"},"endDate":{"label":"End Date","value":"1998"},"sortNumber":{"label":"Sort Number","value":"2000    11    1"},"invno":{"label":"Accession number","value":"2000.11.1"},"description":{"label":"Description","value":"opening designed like the body of a seraphic woman, supine over a scene of angels below"},"medium":{"label":"Medium","value":"Ceramic"},"geographyPlaceregion":{"label":"Place/Region","value":"Glade Spring"},"media":{"label":"Media","value":{"mediaURL":"https://collection.folkartmuseum.org/internal/media/dispatcher/2818/full","mediaDepartment":"Object Photographs","mediaType":"Image","mediaId":"2818"}},"title":{"label":"Title","value":"Untitled"},"geographyCity":{"value":"Glade Spring"},"textEntriesWebsitedisplaytext":{"value":["Earth and clay have provided Virginia artist Georgia Blizzard with joy and solace throughout her life. As a little girl, she made clay toys with one of her older sisters, Lucy May and \u201cfired\u201d them in the sun. As young women, they made fake Indian relics\u2014pots and pipes and the like\u2014and sold them to provide funds for their families. Blizzard married at the age of twenty-one and became a widow fourteen years later. To provide for her family, she worked in a factory and a textile plant before returning to ceramics and creating a wide array of sculptural vessels in her maturity. Her daughter, Mary, opened a shop, creating an opportunity to share Blizzard\u2019s objects with the public.The artist comes from a classic American family with roots in three diverse cultures \u2013 Apache, Irish, and Appalachian. A respect for God and nature and a \u201ccan-do\u201d approach to living consumes Blizzard\u2019s life and art. When she was a child, she was taught traditional Native American firing techniques by her father. Today, she uses both a coal kiln (for colorful surface) and an electric kiln (to prevent breakage), but she still gets her clay from the creek behind her home. She does not make functional objects. Rather, her vessels provide the \u201ccanvas\u201d for Blizzard to convey her deepest emotion. The octogenarian artist, who has lost many loved ones, explores the dark, rugged landscape of loneliness through her art. Her sculptures speak of grief, salvation, and love.The opening of Mourning Urn is the abdomen of a large woman, legs spread around the gaping entry. Decorating the four sides of the vessel are angels trumpeting horns and picking flowers as well as an Annunciation scene, Blizzard is a published poet \u2013interestingly, some of the artist\u2019s most devoted collectors are poets \u2013and on the bottom of the Mourning Urn, this poem of death is incised in the day:On yonder distant                     Shadows pull down the Knoll                                            curtains of time.Daisies bow to the                   Perhaps it\u2019s your sunsetBreeze.                                       Or maybe its mine.Evening sun is setting.           \u201cCorps,\u201d \u201ccorps\u201d does theThe Lonesome Dove              Ravin call.\u201ccoos\u201d from the trees.              Then Twilight Takes over.                                                     Its, all, It\u2019s all.\u201dBrooke Davis Anderson, \"Mourning Urn,\" in Stacy C. Hollander, American Anthem: Masterworks from the American Folk Art Museum (New York: Harry N. Abrams in association with American Folk Art Museum, 2001), 403.","Georgia Blizzard was a sculptor in clay who came from an American family with roots in three diverse cultures: Apache, Irish, and Appalachian. When Blizzard was a child she was taught Native American firing techniques by her father. She made clay toys with one of her older sisters, Lucy May, and baked them in the sun. As young women, the two sisters made imitation Indian relics\u2014pots and pipes and the like\u2014and sold them to unsuspecting tourists as authentic objects. Returning to ceramics later in life, Blizzard created a wide array of non-functional sculptural vessels\u2014even if created in the form of a vase or a pitcher.Blizzard is a published poet\u2014interestingly, some of the artist's most devoted collectors are poets\u2014and on the bottom of Mourning Urn is her poem articulating the story of death incised in the clay:On yonder distantknollDaisies bow to thebreeze.Evening sun is settingThe Lonesome DovecooShadows pull down thecurtains of timePerhaps itOr maybe its mine.Ravin call.Then Twilight Takes over,Its, all, Its all.\"Brooke Davis Anderson, \"Mourning Urn,\" exhibition label for Folk Art Revealed. Stacy C. Hollander and Brooke Davis Anderson, curators. New York: American Folk Art Museum, 2004.Object information is a work in progress and may be updated with new research. Records are reviewed and revised, and the American Folk Art Museum welcomes additional information.　To help improve this record, please email photoservices@folkartmuseum.org","reviewed by Art Bridges Fellow 2026 Austin Losada for the IMLS Neurodiversity Project","pottery","Georgia Belle Blizzard had the \"feel of the clay.\" She dug it from the banks of the muddy creek behind the home her father had built in the 1930s. She purified it, shaped it, and gave birth to anthropomorphic vessels that she fired using the traditional methods to burn and harden the clay that she had learned as a child. She was the daughter of Apache and Irish blood, in touch with nature and with deeper elements that emerged in her clay sculptures exploring themes of suffering, yearning, flesh and spirit. Blizzard was born in Statesville, Poor Valley, Virginia, but moved to Plum Creek in Glade Spring, Virginia, as a child. Too poor to afford store-bought toys, she and her sister May fashioned dolls and other playthings from the native clay. She attended school through the eighth grade, married at the age of twenty-one, and was widowed by thirty-five, with a daughter to raise. Blizzard worked in a munitions factory during World War II, and then in a textile mill until she suffered a health crisis, losing one lung. In the 1970s, living with her daughter and granddaughter in the family home in Plum Creek, she started using the clay that was second nature to her to start \"\u2026making art about things I felt. I got to thinking more about spiritual things than I did when I was younger. I got more interested in making pieces about something that\u2019s touched me\u2014something that makes me happy or makes me sad.\" At first, she used a simple coal kiln, built by a friend, whose flames licked and burnt and darkened the clay in places, glazing the pieces with coal, wood, leaves, rubber scraps, cow dung. Later, she received an electric kiln, and she continued to use both. This rectangular mourning urn, an ode to death, is a somber object, burnt and writhing with figures of angels, men, and women. The wide mouth on top eviscerates an angel whose wings are spread and flattened, allowing the Holy Spirit to empty or fill the vessel. The bottom is incised with a poem written by the artist, who was also a published poet: On yonder distant knoll Daisies bow to the breeze. Evening sun is setting The Lonesome Dove coo Shadows pull down the curtains of time Perhaps it Or maybe its mine. Ravin call. Then Twilight Takes over, Its, all, Its all.\"Stacy C. Hollander, \"Mourning Urn, 1998\" exhibition copy for American Perspectives: Stories from the American Folk Art Museum Collection. Stacy C. Hollander, curator. New York: American Folk Art Museum, 2020. Object information is a work in progress and may be updated with new research. 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As a little girl, she made clay toys with one of her older sisters, Lucy May and \u201cfired\u201d them in the sun. As young women, they made fake Indian relics\u2014pots and pipes and the like\u2014and sold them to provide funds for their families. Blizzard married at the age of twenty-one and became a widow fourteen years later. To provide for her family, she worked in a factory and a textile plant before returning to ceramics and creating a wide array of sculptural vessels in her maturity. Her daughter, Mary, opened a shop, creating an opportunity to share Blizzard\u2019s objects with the public.The artist comes from a classic American family with roots in three diverse cultures \u2013 Apache, Irish, and Appalachian. A respect for God and nature and a \u201ccan-do\u201d approach to living consumes Blizzard\u2019s life and art. When she was a child, she was taught traditional Native American firing techniques by her father. Today, she uses both a coal kiln (for colorful surface) and an electric kiln (to prevent breakage), but she still gets her clay from the creek behind her home. She does not make functional objects. Rather, her vessels provide the \u201ccanvas\u201d for Blizzard to convey her deepest emotion. The octogenarian artist, who has lost many loved ones, explores the dark, rugged landscape of loneliness through her art. Her sculptures speak of grief, salvation, and love.The opening of Mourning Urn is the abdomen of a large woman, legs spread around the gaping entry. Decorating the four sides of the vessel are angels trumpeting horns and picking flowers as well as an Annunciation scene, Blizzard is a published poet \u2013interestingly, some of the artist\u2019s most devoted collectors are poets \u2013and on the bottom of the Mourning Urn, this poem of death is incised in the day:On yonder distant                     Shadows pull down the Knoll                                            curtains of time.Daisies bow to the                   Perhaps it\u2019s your sunsetBreeze.                                       Or maybe its mine.Evening sun is setting.           \u201cCorps,\u201d \u201ccorps\u201d does theThe Lonesome Dove              Ravin call.\u201ccoos\u201d from the trees.              Then Twilight Takes over.                                                     Its, all, It\u2019s all.\u201dBrooke Davis Anderson, \"Mourning Urn,\" in Stacy C. Hollander, American Anthem: Masterworks from the American Folk Art Museum (New York: Harry N. Abrams in association with American Folk Art Museum, 2001), 403.","Georgia Blizzard was a sculptor in clay who came from an American family with roots in three diverse cultures: Apache, Irish, and Appalachian. When Blizzard was a child she was taught Native American firing techniques by her father. She made clay toys with one of her older sisters, Lucy May, and baked them in the sun. As young women, the two sisters made imitation Indian relics\u2014pots and pipes and the like\u2014and sold them to unsuspecting tourists as authentic objects. Returning to ceramics later in life, Blizzard created a wide array of non-functional sculptural vessels\u2014even if created in the form of a vase or a pitcher.Blizzard is a published poet\u2014interestingly, some of the artist's most devoted collectors are poets\u2014and on the bottom of Mourning Urn is her poem articulating the story of death incised in the clay:On yonder distantknollDaisies bow to thebreeze.Evening sun is settingThe Lonesome DovecooShadows pull down thecurtains of timePerhaps itOr maybe its mine.Ravin call.Then Twilight Takes over,Its, all, Its all.\"Brooke Davis Anderson, \"Mourning Urn,\" exhibition label for Folk Art Revealed. Stacy C. Hollander and Brooke Davis Anderson, curators. New York: American Folk Art Museum, 2004.Object information is a work in progress and may be updated with new research. Records are reviewed and revised, and the American Folk Art Museum welcomes additional information.　To help improve this record, please email photoservices@folkartmuseum.org","reviewed by Art Bridges Fellow 2026 Austin Losada for the IMLS Neurodiversity Project","pottery","Georgia Belle Blizzard had the \"feel of the clay.\" She dug it from the banks of the muddy creek behind the home her father had built in the 1930s. She purified it, shaped it, and gave birth to anthropomorphic vessels that she fired using the traditional methods to burn and harden the clay that she had learned as a child. She was the daughter of Apache and Irish blood, in touch with nature and with deeper elements that emerged in her clay sculptures exploring themes of suffering, yearning, flesh and spirit. Blizzard was born in Statesville, Poor Valley, Virginia, but moved to Plum Creek in Glade Spring, Virginia, as a child. Too poor to afford store-bought toys, she and her sister May fashioned dolls and other playthings from the native clay. She attended school through the eighth grade, married at the age of twenty-one, and was widowed by thirty-five, with a daughter to raise. Blizzard worked in a munitions factory during World War II, and then in a textile mill until she suffered a health crisis, losing one lung. In the 1970s, living with her daughter and granddaughter in the family home in Plum Creek, she started using the clay that was second nature to her to start \"\u2026making art about things I felt. I got to thinking more about spiritual things than I did when I was younger. I got more interested in making pieces about something that\u2019s touched me\u2014something that makes me happy or makes me sad.\" At first, she used a simple coal kiln, built by a friend, whose flames licked and burnt and darkened the clay in places, glazing the pieces with coal, wood, leaves, rubber scraps, cow dung. Later, she received an electric kiln, and she continued to use both. This rectangular mourning urn, an ode to death, is a somber object, burnt and writhing with figures of angels, men, and women. The wide mouth on top eviscerates an angel whose wings are spread and flattened, allowing the Holy Spirit to empty or fill the vessel. The bottom is incised with a poem written by the artist, who was also a published poet: On yonder distant knoll Daisies bow to the breeze. Evening sun is setting The Lonesome Dove coo Shadows pull down the curtains of time Perhaps it Or maybe its mine. Ravin call. Then Twilight Takes over, Its, all, Its all.\"Stacy C. Hollander, \"Mourning Urn, 1998\" exhibition copy for American Perspectives: Stories from the American Folk Art Museum Collection. Stacy C. Hollander, curator. New York: American Folk Art Museum, 2020. Object information is a work in progress and may be updated with new research. 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