This little gem is going to the Pence Gallery in Davis for their holiday market.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Once again we gathered around the old little kiln. Tired and spent, it offered its best and its worst. A quick crossing of the fingers, anticipation rising, UP went the kiln lid. Some would say it's magical, others might say it's electrical. I say it simply.
out loud: in my head:
ooooOoooooh YES! Love it
oh???????? not what I envisioned
OH! runny glaze---jar stuck to shelf
oh, oh, oh! that's a keeper
oh.......x#!* lid stuck to jar--doorstop
oh? oh. maybe I will look at it later
oh? oh...oh! stuck lid came off jar after it tapped against a stick wielding potter
ohhhhhhhhhhhhh coffee break!
Thursday, November 18, 2010
This is like deja vu all over again-
Finally I got some photos of the show. Please excuse the brightness of some. It was a beautiful day with sunlight streaming in-lighting up all the frosty glass and pale ceramic faces. I was in good company, my daughter-in-law, an artist herself, came along to see the exhibit.
Everything looks different in the light of gallery day. The gallery is like a tuxedo and a fresh haircut for art that was living in a working studio. It takes on an entirely different persona.
All glasswork and quilt are works by Cassandra Straubing.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
So brightly in the night sky
Cloudless nights in the Bay Area are few and far between. Light pollution makes for another layer of film over the night sky. So imagine my surprise to look up at the celestial heavens two evenings ago to see a very large bright dot. Not only that--another smaller bright hole close by. What? Can I see Jupiter with one of its moons? I got the binoculars and yes! Jupiter rising! Moon circling, attentive as a sentinel. So out came Herr Reinhart's boyhood telescope. How fun is that? We are not sure which moon we saw, but I like to think it was Io.
Now I am starry eyed and glazed eyed all at once...I have spent two days glazing. What a messy thing to do. It has no glory. It has no shame. Just moans and groans. All the glazes look either pasty green, puke pink or bland tan. So there isn't much thrill in looking at freshly dipped pots. Wax here, wax there. Pour in, Pour out. Wipe on, Wipe off. Mop everywhere. What a mess! Wabi-sabi it's not.
Friday, November 12, 2010
last month's old pumpkins
still sit on the patio
Never got around to carving any pumpkins. I love going to get pumpkins and tend to collect them. Some of them will live out their squashy lives until they get tossed into the compost. The best of them will get turned into bread, pies and muffins.
In the spring I madeup a collection of face cups for an invitational mug/cup exhibit. Collectors purchased all. Three didn't make it to the show. Just sat on the studio shelf. Forgotten, faceless, bisqued and imperfectly forlorn. I didn't have time to finish them in time for the exhibit. One had a glaze imperfection that may have healed if I re-fired it. I just moved on. Every once in a while I will pick up this pink-eared sweetness and check on the flaw inside. What I think is: It's still there...how to fix it...hmm...could refire....why...it belongs here...in my studio...symbol of what's forgotten, flawed but resonantly perfect.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
|5 layers of black slip let dry each layer|
|getting ready to add slip to bottom--note using a sponge brush|
|sgraffito is very messy--I use a box to catch most of it|
|scratch tools--tapestry needle, sgraffito tool, clean dry brush|
|Use brush to brush away debris|
|the beginning--most detail done right to left to keep from smudging|
|note debris on the right---keep it brushed into corner of box|
|the debris looks like sand|
|thinking about last section|
|one last look for now---after this I will do the lid|
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
|in my solitude|
|greenware jar with brushed on slip|
25% Feldspar (Custer Potash is what I have on hand at the moment)
25% Ball Clay (I use Kentucky Ball)
I only use this slip on functional work. Usually in a soft peak consistency---like whipping cream. I use an immersion blender---a cheap one to mix the slip. I don't sieve it. This slip I brush on or pipe on.
|pedestal/cupcake stand with sgraffito and slip work|
I did some sgraffito technique on some vases, cupcake stands and jars yesterday. As I had very little black slip made up I decided not to cover the entire pieces. I did one vase with brush strokes and then scratched out a drawing into the brushstrokes using a tapestry needle. All of this was spare of the moment thing. I decided the brushstrokes reminded of feathers. So I winged it.
Monday, November 8, 2010
leafless black branches
against autumn's azure skies---
a lone persimmon
Last week was an intense week for me. So I really didn't have a chance to do any clay work. I forgot to take my little camera to the artist's reception and I forgot my cell phone. The reception was lovely. Tobin and Rose did a beautiful installation of Cassandra's and my work. Both of us had an hour to speak and show some visuals. It turned out to be an incredible evening. I will try to get some photos next week.
This week I plan to finish up some jars for the Pence Gallery's Holiday Market. Glazing this week and maybe next week. Stay tuned to see some of the process of doing sgraffito!
Monday, November 1, 2010
Today all the work for the Fragile / Strength exhibit at Cabrillo Gallery was loaded in the car. First we mapped out the jeep's dimensions with chalk on the floor. Then all the packed pieces placed here and there. It was like a big puzzle. There are 17 pieces for this exhibit!
One big piece got to ride up front. Unfortunately he doesn't count as a person for the commute lane.
|Sock Puppet is the tallest piece and got a window view.|
|Time to go to new home for now.|
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