Monday, May 15, 2017

One cup at a time


I am working with Frost Porcelain that fires white at cone 5. It continues to entice me with its translucence charm and white porcelain smile.   It is a shameless, taunting clay.  Prone to s-cracks, it likes to try out any other letters in the alphabet to keep things frustrating and unique.   It needs   s  l  o  w  and careful drying.  Timing is everything.  Even firing needs careful attention. In a sense, it is an adventure for me.  Filled with danger and daring.  To use such a clay with so many negatives and yet...when it comes out the kiln, shiny bright with no charms all over again...and makes me ready for another adventure...

looking out the studio window

Life is pure adventure, and the sooner we realize that, 
the quicker we will be able to treat life as art.  
Maya Angelou

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Ceramic forget-me-not

Beauty surrounds me.  Seeds that sat in the dry and parched earth had their long drink and now cover the trails with a profusion of pinks, blues, reds, purples, yellow and white flowers.  From tiny to large, from native to escapees, invasive or not, the coastal hills are verdant green with willful grasses and tenacious flowers. It is hard to do any clay work.  My eyes just want to take it all in and keep it in my heart, this truth before me. 

The first three photos are wall hangings---wheel-thrown bases and then free-handed painting using terra sigillata and clay ink.  Inspired by the enchanting forget-me-nots that are everywhere here, I decided to do these quickly and simply.  Forget-me-nots are not native, but rascally run-aways and considered only mildly invasive.  Their hairy seeds catch rides on anything that brushes against them and travel to new locations. Once they settle in it takes two years before they bloom. They like dapple sunlight found in the redwood forest here, mixed in with the ferns and wild geraniums they make the trails look as if tended by a master gardener.

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