Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Through Clay and Pencil




Still having some technical difficulties.
  It is probably a good thing.
I am getting more work done (including housework and drawing.)


 Started some small wall figures about 14" in length. 


There are now 6 done and 6 more to finish.
All with different bird heads. 
The beginning of this year's series:
Unspoken Conversations.

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Verity and a little bit of clay


"Oh, when she’s angry, she is keen and shrewd!
She was a vixen when she went to school.
And though she be but little, she is fierce."

William Shakespeare from A Midsummer Night's Dream

12" x 6" x 3"

This piece had such a look on her face I dared not even try to give her any adornments.  Not a twig.  Not a stone.  Flowers---out of the question.  Only a pink sundress and red lipstick.  And that look---that sidelong glance that hints all and nothing.  Verity.

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

The Clay is Always Greener when it's wet


Tried list-writing today:

1. make things based on my rambling thoughts
2. query then make
3. fix, mend then re-make
4. keep the clay greener than it is

grass vases for air plants I made while thinking about lawns
We are having wireless problems.  I had to hard-wire my laptop to use it, making it not portable. It is not the modem or the provider.  Just interference.  We were told maybe atmospheric--quasars? star dust?  ions? No, rain.  Rain?  That wet stuff coming out of the clouds? 

frog's eye view of a lotus pond

Rain has changed our hills into a lush chartreuse landscape again.  Verdant.  Vivid.  Velvety plush green.  Last January,  they were brown and we had not a drop of rain.  Not one drop.  Today it is sprinkling with big splashy drops in-between.  Maybe it is the rain interrupting transmissions. Not romantic/scientific as star dust and quasars. Just plain old, wonderfully renewing, Nature.

"The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself."
                               Henry Miller



Thursday, January 7, 2016

Greetings 2016


And now let us believe in a long year that is given to us, new, untouched, full of things that have ever been, full of work that has never been done, full of tasks, claims, and demands; and let us see that we learn to take it without letting fall too much of what it has to bestow upon those who demand of it necessary, serious, and great things.
~ Rainer Marie Rilke


successful firing of 2016 of  Lil (the test kiln)
bottom layer

Raven with Olive Branch
ceramic, terra sigillata, porcelain slip
5" x 7" (sold)
at the Tiny Show---January 8-28, 2016
 Pence Gallery, Davis, California

We go out bird-watching around the wildlife reserves and sanctuaries of California in December and January.  We look for Sandhill Cranes and Tundra Swans.  They are such regal birds and trumpet their arrivals and departures in a cacophony of honks and trills like no other bird.  We have binoculars and a spotter, but sometimes I just watch them from afar unaided by fancy tools.  I listen to their triumphant calls as if to say look out we are here, we have survived and we have conquered another year! 

photo by me:  Sandhill Cranes at Woodbridge Ecological Reserve

In another month most of the cranes and swans, in their wild and intrinsic ways, migrate to greener pastures leaving behind the resident birds---the common backyard species of sparrows and finches, robins and blackbirds.  And here, on the coast, the fledgling ravens grow tall to 20" in height, croaking their wariness and remaining year round never hearing the call of a distant land.  They roost high in the redwoods and 100' shore pines with an outstanding ocean view.  The few feral mute swans, aggressive and hungry, stay for a while near Pudding Creek where it flows out to the Pacific.  They are considered invasive and destructive, species detrimental to this particular habitat. Tourists biking across the bridge stop to look, perhaps a bit astonished to see swans among the sea gulls and egrets.  They take deep breaths, filled with brine and sea weed aromas, then simply pedal on.

feral Mute Swans near Pudding Creek (that's the Pacific Ocean)


"What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to 
what lives within us.”
.
Ralph Waldo Emerson


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