Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Sacred stone writings

I've heard of "newspaper rocks" and viewed some out west.  And some in the southeast.  Here's Judaculla Rock, right in my backyard, so to speak.  It's near Cullowee, NC, a little over an hour from my home in Black Mountain.

 First view...it's huge, with a nice interpretive walkway around it...no not a translation, but some of its history!

 It's location is at the head of a cove, with a field of cattle next to it.  It's been protected by one family, the Parkers, who have owned and farmed the valley for generations.

These nice interpretive plaques are arranged around the raised walkway overlooking the rock.  Seeing the Cherokee Syllabary, I remembered reading about Sequoia, who devised it so that their language could be written. Then I tried to remember New Echota, GA, where many Cherokee were housed before the "trail of tears," the genocidal removal of Native Americans to the west by white men.

The information given says the rock was used to form bowls as these three lumps show the beginning of carving away the basic shapes...about 3000 years ago.  The other marks are unknown but believed to have been carved 1500 years ago.

As we looked at the symbols, and discussed what we saw (our own sense of meaning of course, like how art therapy looks at intuitive meanings of symbols) we made discoveries that changed.  One part seemed to be a footprint, but later we thought it looked more like a man and woman.  I think these signs may well have deeper meaning.  We didn't stand and ponder for long however, but I am glad to have brought home some good photos which I can now look at for more intense study.

Anyone who has studied Karl Jung and archetypal meanings of symbols would really enjoy these carvings.  And any archeologist would enjoy thinking of the people, the culture that was supportive of the forming of this enduring collection.  Myself, I am thrilled to finally see it.  Now to find the Cat Museum in Sylva...

Monday, September 25, 2017

Cookie Jars - Three

 More butter yellow glaze, with a bit of drips of white and plum.
I like the little ball in the middle of the handle, for some reason.
 This is the largest of my jars, I've been making.

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Cookie Jars - two.

The other 5 pounder, has a inset lid, which I prefer to those that sit on a gallery, or lip inside the opening.  Main reason is being a householder I find it's hard to clean everything out from behind those galleries.

This one has yellow tulips with orange highlights, lots of green leaves, and a turquoise background glaze

Here is what it looks like finished.  I'm very pleased with it.

Saturday, September 23, 2017

Windows into ancestors

Let's look a bit at windows, as triggered by Sepia Saturday!

So I'm looking through my New England ancestors to find some of the oldest houses they built, to just look a glimpse into their lives through their windows.

John Sherburne house at Strawberry Banke Museum, Portsmouth, NH

Captain John Sherborne built his house in Portsmouth NH in 1695. Those windows are wonderful, but small. His wife's sister was an ancestor of mine, so he was just a great uncle times 10 or so.

I enjoy finding grandmothers who somehow had 12 children, and Grisell Brindley Sylvester was one of them, (More about her Here.)  Her husband Capt. Nathaniel Gascoigne Sylvester became quite rich off of the sugar/slave trade in the early 17th century, and bought and settled Shelter Island, NY, which is at the end of Long Island, NY. (More about him HERE.) I haven't been able to discern who his parents were, however.  But he did have brothers, and they married and also had many children.  So there's a whole bunch of cousins out there! This is in the lineage of my father's mother, Ada Swasey Rogers.

Photo of the Sylvester Manor as it is today. It was inhabited by family members for 12 generations, from 1652.

Sylvester Manor as rebuilt in 1737, as it looks today (2016?)  These windows have the ability to go up from the bottom or down from the top.

Ann Sylvester was daughter of Nathaniel and Grisell, and Ann married Jonathan Bower, and their home looks like this...also still standing. Their home was the first built in Somerset, MA in 1723...

These are incredible windows!

Obviously the window with the air conditioner is newer, but I notice the one with diamond panes below it swings out to the side, of the older part of the home.

There's even a quilt of old Somerset houses, and this one is included! 

Jonathan Bowers home is 3rd from top in second to right hand column.

The Bowers daughter, Mary married Joseph Swasey, who built the house below in 1749 also in Somerset MA.

And Joseph Swasey's father Samuel had built the house on the left in Newburyport, MA in 1735, while his father Joseph built the one on the right in 1710-11.  At least this is the way they are listed in Ancestry.

This week's Sepia Saturday prompt is...

So I think my ancestors were looking out through these various windows when they were children!

Friday, September 22, 2017

Cookie Jars - One

I started with this little one.  5 pounds of clay and a lot of trimming.

Having done over a dozen small cats in yoga poses, which apparently aren't considered sculptures in clay by the ones who look at pottery blogs (not a one was mentioned last month by Pottery Blogs)...I decided I could do a few cookie jars.  I guess the yoga cats are consider whimsey.  They each took at least and hour to make.  And I'm an artist, so I consider them whimsey art!
 Well, I decorated it with the red sunflowers.

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Last of summer

Pat Levi, one of my Mud Buddy friends, had this lovely vase with a bouquet from her own garden, for sale at the Tailgate market a few weeks ago.  I've recently become enamored by Dahlias.  Just look at that variegated yellow and red blossom!

As we braced for whatever remained of Hurricane Irma by the time she reached us, and had lovely weather that Saturday, I invited a neighbor to drive with me up to my favorite overlook (Tanbark Ridge) on the Blue Ridge Parkway.  Everyone had their camera phones out!  This overlook is just a 45 minute drive from my home.

 We enjoyed a sunny spot until it got too hot.  Even the cool weather couldn't combat the sun.
Anthony's apartment is across the way from mine so we've been neighbors for the last year or so. But this was the first chance we've taken to get to know each other at all. He's a nice Italian guy from Ohio.

We reflected on how these mountains have withstood weather of all kinds, so would probably not be affected much by the winds and rains that might be coming in a few days.

There had been a relay race earlier, so many van loads of runners stopped by as they drove to the gathering place several miles further down the parkway.  We finally started asking them where they were from, and the teams we asked were from various places in North Carolina.

 One family had lots of pictures taken of themselves.  We guessed they were from India.  Actually the father is now a grad-student at UNC Chapel Hill.

This little card showing Hanuman was in the front window of their car (with a lot of reflection off the glass)...so I asked about some of the Hindu goddesses I'd heard about.  The teen daughter knew more than the mom, but the father was off talking to Anthony and posing for selfies, so I didn't find out his opinions.

Here's a better image of Hanuman.

Thanks for stopping by...I shared a silly face just before driving home. No we hadn't had any alcohol, yet!

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Words for Wednesday

Some words just hit you, and these 4 have imbedded themselves into my psyche such that I'm painting them on the sides of bowls and vases lately.

My question that I keep pondering is, what's the difference between a caretaker and a caregiver?

And then I think of how different things/people are precious to different people.  Who do you caretake, or caregiver? or what?