Terra cotta harvest

Here comes my season.  Autumn.  Fall.  Rich earthy colors.  Deep shadows.  Clear blue skies.  Crisp morning air.  Harvesting thoughts.

Meanwhile I am running out of room in the studio to stow pieces going to an exhibition this November.  I have taken over Herr Reinhart's work table.  Right now, Bee Puppet, Middle Child Idol, Lucky Fellow sit atop a large cabinet.  They are beginning to look like a crowd at a Mardi Gras.  Or a Fellini film.

Time to wedge some terra cotta clay.


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