Monday, September 1, 2014

Buddies - Part 2

Sons Russ and Marty, sharing a moment, just being so sweet 1969, Windsor, CT.

My eldest boy, Marty, grew up to take part in this picture with his much younger brother, Tai in 2012...HERE. 

And inspiration came from another blog yesterday, quoting:

"Stop thinking about art works as objects, and start thinking about them as triggers for experiences."
- Brian Eno paraphrasing Roy Ascott

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Spiral blessing

Spiral Blessing (Can be used with finger labyrinths)
  With open heart and quiet mind.

  Approach this place and you will find

  That shifting into Labyrinth Time

  Reveals anew your life's design. 

  Bow to Spirit at the start

  with reverence in your heart.

  Enter now this sacred place,

  Goddess Spirit in this space. 

  Spiral around into the core,

  Determine what your life is for.

  Then spiral out again and see

  The mysteries revealed to thee.

  -- A Spiral Blessing from Janis Strope of Ithaca, NY. 

A couple of days ago I posted some pics of my ceramic finger labyrinths.  HERE.

and a couple of year ago here.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Buddies - One

A couple of cool throw pillows, all nicely tucked into their own calico fur.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

From the past...labyrinths

Several methods, of which I'm still not certain I would do them again, of glazing a finger labyrinth.

The designs are from our ancestors, way way back.  The triple spiral is found at Newgrange, Ireland, and the island of Malta.

The other occurs at Chartres Cathedral, in a sight said to have been holy before the Christians came there.

Both labyrinths are to be followed meditatively with a pencil/pen/toothpick etc.  To spend a moment away from screens of digital images, and thinking of the continual spirals of our lives, in out around and back to come to center.  Which is what a labyrinth is all about.

Now remember, a maze is full of dead ends and aims to confuse one into never getting to center, or even returning.  The labyrinth is to attain center, slowly, to spend that time on your own movements, and perhaps to think slower, and feel better.  That's what I've heard.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

OK, thank you for joy in the world!

Who could guess that the demons rarely show up
with Dracula teeth and wart-covered noses?
That their disguise is so much more clever than that,
as they wrap themselves around you like a second skin,
panting their familiar complaints and self-justifications
into your ear until you believe that this is all there is to it all.

Who could guess that all that fixing and fighting,
resisting and improving yourself would keep you
an eternal arms length away from the real medicine?
And that you, in those moments you remember love,
are soaked...

~ Chameli Ardagh 

woe is me...sorry about that.

Pottery constipation.
Can't sell.
Can't create.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Old Salem treasures

Press molded animistic bottles were great whimsies...but nobody ever said what would be carried in them.  Mmmm, I know what I would have put behind that cork!  All the glazes were lead based.

I snuck a picture of this lovely "doorstop" which had a name like Ferdinand, but no more was spoken about him, besides his being the mascot.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Enjoying being a tourist

At the heritage seed store...
Old Salem was host for my birthday celebration last Saturday.

 August 23, if you want to remember it.

This is either the clothes or dishwashing system, I think.  Forgot to ask.

 I prefer to design a celebration to enjoy...rather than waiting around for those who don't remember it. 

The gentleman above had just banked his open fire, having cooked lunch for his "brother" since they are Moravians (or playing the parts of such good people.)

Of course crockery was evident everywhere in a kitchen...and I apologize for camera phone continuing to blur things.  It is not getting a birthday celebration next year.  If my fingers might be the cause (heavens, how could a 72 year old have a shake?) then maybe next year you'll get even blurrier pictures!