The fruits are all done and off to the various markets, I was at a lost. It's all that hurry up and get it done. Pack and ship. What is the deadline date? Get it there before first, second, third Friday (or Saturday) art walk. Inventory lists and contracts in order. Checking that every piece is perfect, polished and tagged. Carefully wrapping and boxing. Delivering. All done now. Finished for the year.
|last of this season's persimmons on porcelain tile|
|postcard size lino block and old, trusty cutter|
|some freehand penciling and then carve deep|
|stamped porcelain slab--takes a bit of muscle and a mallet|
|add some washy orange and green---cover with satin transparent|
|add one persimmon|
|sign back of tile|
I sat in my very messy studio with a few rejected and blemished ceramic pieces wondering what to do next. Outside I heard geese flying over head, squawking and honking, heading towards the verdant lawns of Chabot College. It made me laugh. Every day they fly by. I've been so busy that I had not noticed. I had not heard. So I listened and knew what to do next. I said, "Thank you."