Friday, July 29, 2011

getting a handle on it



Busy week.  Driving around the Bay Area (and beyond) dropping off and picking up work.  About all I could do was get handles on cups and teapots.  Today I have to drive out and pick up clay.  So off I go.  I'll get a handle on my schedule next week I hope.  I need a full week of solitude and away from the car!

Friday, July 22, 2011

Last weekend for Seeking Balance/Finding Focus


demo bust nearly done


This is the last weekend to see Barbara's and my work at the Pence Art Gallery.  If you are going up there from the Bay Area (or from the Sierra or the Valley) be sure to check out the Farmer's Market in Davis.  Also for more ceramic fun and other art visit the Crocker Art Museum in Sacramento.

I finished the piece I started at the demo for the Pence.  Most of the questions were about techniques and where do I get my ideas for a piece.  It seems silly to say out loud that most of my pieces tell me.  I do think about each piece for weeks sometimes for months before I even get started.  Still I find the best thing to do when I feel stuck is to keep going.  If I think too much I would never get anything done!


Tuesday, July 19, 2011

A pot, a lid and a little spout



"Find yourself a cup; the teapot is behind you. Now tell me about hundreds of things."

~Saki 






turn it around

just like that

for me it looks like a thumb


score

little wood sculpture tools come in handy
 

checking fit  
deciding on shape of handle
Pours with no drips!

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Early morning art walk


 

Early morning only a few people in this area of Golden Gate Park.  This photo is fuzzy.  I just loved all the verticals--the signs giving directions so very negative against the calm beauty of a tea garden--I have a quirky sense of humor.



 

Academy of Sciences
Closer view of the polka dots (sky domes)

see that speck in the very center of the photo?

front door newspaper delivery

atrium view before the Picasso exhibit

  view from the Tower (deYoung) incredible 360 degrees even with the fog


trying to find where my Mom lives
No photography allowed in the exhibit

this painting, Two Women Running on the Beach (1922) is 65 x 43 cm (25 1/2 x 17 in)  small but filled its frame with such exuberance I could feel it


Three Figures Under a Tree




"A smell of mould and neglect caught me by the throat. I was so depressed that I would have chosen to leave immediately," Picasso said of the museum. "But I forced myself to stay, to examine these masks, all these objects that people had created with a sacred, magical purpose, to serve as intermediaries between them and the unknown, hostile forces surrounding them, attempting in that way to overcome their fears by giving them colour and form. And then I understood what painting really meant. It's not an aesthetic process; it's a form of magic that interposes itself between us and the hostile universe, a means of seizing power by imposing a form on our terrors as well as on our desires. The day I understood that, I had found my path."  Pablo Picasso--sourced from an article by Andrew Meldrum






Friday, July 15, 2011

Foggy day---oh look is that the sun?




Wanted to work all this week on keepsake jars.  Didn't happen.  The summer fog is okay.  I don't mind it.  It's just that it is unseasonably cool.  As I throw outside, the shivering tends to get in the way of centering. Physically and mentally.

We are off to see the Picasso exhibit at the deYoung Museum

Monday, July 11, 2011

Invasive, thorny, gloriously hopeful in spite of its spikes........






After all this I remembered I had taken picture of some thistles last year on a camping trip.  I had a reference, but didn't use it.  I just remember how the soft and radiant flowery purple top glistened with dew.  Now I see the thorny base is taller.  I will probably do a quick sketch of thistles with a longer base.  Somehow my memories of thistles in the early morning sun translated to these dancing thistles with longer flowery crowns reaching for the sun.



Saturday, July 9, 2011

Scratching out a narrative

For a long time yesterday morning I sat at my table doodling.  I had covered it with some newsprint and started sketching.  I decided that there were some bits of the sketches I would use and leave the rest to chance.  Once slipped with black engobe that  first scratch is a commitment...a blank sheet of paper waiting for its story.


Wednesday, July 6, 2011

two openings this week


 

Bee Puppeteer

Bee Puppeteer was sold over the weekend.  The show opened July 1st.  The reception is July 8.  This piece was started outside in the foggy summer morning.  I had to keep dragging it back and forth.  In and out of the studio.  It was made with a feeling of hope.  The scarf wraps a shaven head and is knotted in the back.  The flowers are stamped clay.  I made a sunflower stamp and impressed balls of very soft clay, 18 altogether.  I wanted the discs to retain the look of stamped clay.  So there is layer of crusty crawling glaze to emphasize the clay texture. It looks like cracked dried mud. There are two rows of discs back to back.  The bee puppet comes off to reveal a white finger (shaded from the sun.)  There is all sorts of texture and layers of underglazes.  I have found the only way I can get rich color is from layering colors and washes.


 Outlandish:  Contemporary Depictions of Nature                                   Plein Hair
This postcard is actually a tri-fold.  I received a pdf from the Bedford Gallery of all three sides.  It isn't very clear.  As a whole, it is a beautiful layout postcard that's exciting and full of information.  It lists all the artists.  Clearly states the proposal of the exhibit and describes how it was curated. 

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

One year ago

One year ago, on this date, I started this blog. 

It is beautiful day.  No morning fog.  I went for a bike ride.  Came home and threw 4 jars with lids out on the deck. Sat down to take a break and check out my blog to see what I wrote on the first day....finding center and letting go............That day I was throwing little jars and trimming lids from the day before.  It was a day like today.  




a full circle

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