Friday, May 27, 2011

Birds everywhere singing in the color of wisdom

 


I had a teacher who hated bright, pure yellow.
He was a painter. A very good painter.  He always told me to tone it down.
I stopped painting with pure yellow.
I got an A.

But I stopped painting.

That was my choice.  I couldn't blame him.  It was my choice.

Now I choose yellow.


Not only do I choose yellow....I love to put it next to cobalt blue. 
Yellow and Blue
sings.


the color of wisdom sings





Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Putting clay parts together again


 
    Sometimes art works that way.  It appears unexpectedly.  It doesn't arrive through the front door.  It sneaks in the back, the more startling for being the result of dumb luck.                               ~Michael Kimmelman from The Accidental Masterpiece:  On the Art of Life and Vice Versa



  
 
                   











                    
         


fired once and now adding underglazes
Layering colors
making sure that the woodpecker sits on the head right 

It was time to work on some pieces that went through their first firing.  Gathering all the parts, I had to make sure everything fit.   The pieces don't have that same satin finish as leatherhard clay.  So the richness is gone.  The relationship between what was the piece before it went through the kiln and now has taken a different direction.  I know what I meant to do as I began with the piece, but sometimes, once bisqued it takes me on a different path.  I actually meant for this piece to have the appearance of an aspen tree.  I am working on the thought of invasive species. While I tried this it just didn't look right.  I think I will still keep this in mind for another piece. I decided to change the appearance -- with the arms looking like a tree trunk and the legs more like charcoal.  The torso will remain in this atmospheric foggy coloring.  I was going to use the little pouch and glaze it red.  The red will need to go through a lower firing.  That may or may not happen at this point.  This piece is now firing to cone 06 to set the underglaze.  I will add some stain and adjust any coloring that's not right.  Add some texture glazes and fire it again to cone 03.  In the meanwhile, I have another piece to work on!    

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

The earth laughs in flowers.

e.e. cummings



 
It was time to take time to see the sea pinks.  To see the deep, saturated hues of spring along the coast.  To breathe in the ocean air. To watch the sun set and wait till it went all the way down.  Wait as everyone walked away, turned away towards their cars, to their hotel rooms, to their campsites.  And there came the glow, through the haze on the horizon line.  Pinks, blushing the passing clouds.  Then some golds warming my heart.  Finally the violets in their silent hue. 









The Pacific Coast Irises are blooming, too.  We have quite a few flowering near the redwoods inside our property line along with tiny yellow violets and some poppies.  The huckleberry bushes are nice and thick from all the rain.  

 
 bluff by Pudding Creek Bridge, Ft. Bragg, California



Friday, May 13, 2011

just beyond a clay shadow




Love the shadow in this photo.  It looks like a squirrel sniffing a flower.  Maybe the inner self of this sculpture.  This piece can almost fit in my hand.  I had to prop the arm and the legs. I wanted to take a photo of it to see looks in the camera's eye.  It gives a different perspective. 






Normally work the body pieces out of a sculpture mix and use porcelain smaller parts.  This time the entire piece is porcelain.  The legs and arms are solid and carved.  The torso and head were coiled-built.  The one porcelain arm was slipped attached and propped to dry slow.  The bit of clay underneath the arm is a sticky clay which will pop off as it dries. 




Working with small pieces has its charms.  It also has some shortcomings.  Smaller pieces are more intimate and momentary.  Like peripheral vision.  Just there in the corner of your eye.  I wanted this piece to just capture a small gesture with many meanings.  To catch a viewer's eye and say, yes, I know that feeling.




Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Half sleep and fledgling dreams

 

Sleep hath its own world,


 

and a wide realm of wild reality 



and dreams in their development


have breath and tears and tortures,


and the touch of joy.

Lord Byron




Monday, May 9, 2011

Feet of Porcelain



Use what talent you possess: the woods would be silent 
if no birds sang there except those that sang best.      

Henry Van Dyke





 
 


Friday, May 6, 2011





...the woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


 Robert Frost














Spending the last few days making interchangeable parts, working on wall figures.  It is nice to have lots of extra parts so I can change the feeling of the piece.  I am making these for a show in July with Barbara  Prodaniuk, whose work I have admired and find full of wonder.  I already have some smaller wall pieces, but now that I have a larger kiln I wanted to make bigger, elongated pieces. 






extra parts
Dauber's Nest







Wednesday, May 4, 2011

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