Terra cotta harvest
Here comes my season. Autumn. Fall. Rich earthy colors. Deep shadows. Clear blue skies. Crisp morning air. Harvesting thoughts.
Meanwhile I am running out of room in the studio to stow pieces going to an exhibition this November. I have taken over Herr Reinhart's work table. Right now, Bee Puppet, Middle Child Idol, Lucky Fellow sit atop a large cabinet. They are beginning to look like a crowd at a Mardi Gras. Or a Fellini film.
Time to wedge some terra cotta clay.
Meanwhile I am running out of room in the studio to stow pieces going to an exhibition this November. I have taken over Herr Reinhart's work table. Right now, Bee Puppet, Middle Child Idol, Lucky Fellow sit atop a large cabinet. They are beginning to look like a crowd at a Mardi Gras. Or a Fellini film.
Time to wedge some terra cotta clay.
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