Friday, May 6, 2016

Pottery just oozing along

Well, it's only oozing when I'm throwing it, and the water mixed with clay creates what we all loved to play with as kids...mud!

What happened to these after they were glazed and fired to cone 6?

 I thought anyone who loves cats like I do, should paint a few on some mugs.  So a tiger orange one is licking his paw under a tree on a very big mug.

The white cat looks a bit ghostly.

And the green-eyed black cat looks kind of brown.

The others haven't been glazed yet, so I'm waiting for inspiration!  Not for long, because I'm taking the cat mugs to the Tailgate this weekend.
Have you checked out the "What's New?" tab for more of my recent work? It's right below the header picture.

Thursday, May 5, 2016

Indoors or out...

As far as I can tell, this is one azalea bush...but with two color flowers on it.  Grafted?

I am so blessed, or lucky, whichever, to be living among such beauty!
But with the hot weather last week before the rain, all the outdoor blooms have now faded.  Glad I captured them while they were there!

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

A bowl is a bowl except when...

This Saturday is the first of our summer-long morning markets.  I'm not ready today.  But I will be in time to take my pots over to the Mud Buddies booth on Saturday.

I'm going to feature one pot each week that will be on display.  Come buy it if you like it! Say you saw it here and you'll have 10% discount!

I'm really looking forward to seeing all the other vendors, and our regular customers who love locally produced food and pottery.

It's perhaps early for a lot of the food products, but honey, jellies, baked goods, roasted nuts, meats, and early spring greens will be there.  And we have a regular booth where food is actually prepared to order and served hot.  That is just behind the Mud Buddies.

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

There go the trees!

April 23, 2016, a few leaves out on the tips of the branches, whether from bedroom (top photo) or living room.

April 26, and there are still some mountains through the branches!

This spring the Mourning Dove will not be the only one living in the treetops!

There's my balcony, and living room and bedroom windows! I've hastily removed the other pots from the railing and left Mama Dove the one in the middle where she's nesting.

As I mentioned on Facebook, he brought her twigs to build the next, but I haven't seen him for a few days, and she doesn't seem to leave at all, just shifts her view around.  I think the plant will probably not survive the nesting season without water, but it's a choice I readily make!  Baby birds!


Monday, May 2, 2016

Going to a show

I'm submitting two works to a "Then and Now" exhibit at the Swannanoa Valley Fine Arts League.  They will be on display in the Red House location on State Street next to the Monte Vista Hotel (Black Mountain, NC). Link to them Here.

It's my first time having entries for one of their exhibits. The show runs from May 5-31.

Goddess and Fairy Tree.

Long ago trees had stories about them, which included how fairies chose to live in them, and goddesses were seen beneath their bark. Their crowns of leaves were known as those of queens.

Trio of Trees.

Trees choose where to grow, and who they will spend their lives standing next to, interweaving their branches together. Each leans on the other for strength.

Sunday, May 1, 2016

Happy Beltaine (May Day)

I dreamed that I lost my phone.
All those contact phone numbers...gone.
And somehow I wasn't able to get the other electronic data from the computer.

I woke up determined to copy phone numbers and addresses into an old fashioned pen and paper book!

But I have many files of photos stored in this computer (and an external hard drive). So while I have them, let me share with you, a delightful Sunday morning in 2008, my first spring of retirement.

I did share these before, on Goddess in Clay blog, way back then.  But you probably haven't seen them since then.

Byron Ballard led a ritual including calling the 4 directions
Our Maypole was carefully tamped into the soil while we waited for the dance
Children and adults wove the ribbons around, and greeted each other with smiles
And there I was (far left) enjoying the ritual which I hadn't done since childhood myself!
Thanks for stopping by my blog.  Here's a quote for today:

To be alive in this beautiful, self-organizing universe -- to participate in the dance of life with senses to perceive it, lungs that breathe it, organs that draw nourishment from it -- is a wonder beyond words. Joanna Macy

Friday, April 29, 2016

Art being protected

I think mainly of pottery when I think of art. That includes archaeology where ancient beauty has been immortalized in various forms.

Probably a jaguar jug

Maybe another kind of jaguar, a black one
A drumming bird
Some Moche (100-800 AD) stirrup-handled figurative pots from Mesoamerica. I saw these in a North Carolina museum a few years ago.

Ceramic sculptural tetrahedrons by Tai Rogers, my son, sitting in the crouch of the cherry tree.

From Florida art museum
Photo of a small ivory (2" I think)  prehistoric goddess figure, found in Germany in 2009.

Jomon jar, from Honshu, 2500-1500 BCE.

Thanks to Sepia Saturday for giving me a chance to troll through my own archives to find some of my favorites.  For more interesting stories about old art treasures, or other topics, link on over to their site

"...1914 photograph from the Flickr Commons collection of the Dutch National Archives. The caption of the photograph is "The Great War. Refugees from Antwerp, Belgium, bringing a painting into safety. Belgium, 1914"

Glazed vase

Let's imagine I did this on purpose.   I didn't, but that's what happened.

I loved stretching myself to throw two shapes then combine them for the height.  Then I liked splatting some of the same clay slip on the outside.

The amber glaze was not cooperative however.  It dried up too thick, then became too thin when I added water.    Never too old to learn something!

Today's Quote:

Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive and go out and do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.
Howard Thurman