Rolling into another week . . . as many of you know my talented friend and flower farmer @tarafodordesigns provides many of the flowers for my photos . . . she had a workshop with @tulipinadesign and created this fabulous arrangement. . . be still my heart . . . feeling gratitude for friendship and collaboration (and the start of our 2020 calendar!)
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Finely thrown bowls, twenty in a row and each thrown on a thin wooden batt to my gauges set mark. I threw this batch to be slightly more rounded than my usual shallow form with the throwing rings left more pronounced that usual, although they’ll still be mostly hidden beneath layers of glaze. The brass rib resting on the board behind had a good curve for these, usually I don’t ever finish the inside of bowls with it.
I tend to clean as I go when making. If I’m getting up to slide some boards away I’ll wipe down the tray, slop some of the trays contents into my reclaim bucket and continue again. It only takes a second. As much as I love clay and all it’s capabilities it can become messy so quickly that unless you stay on top of it every surface around you will be spattered in clay and the floor caked with dust—it’s a never-ending battle as I’m sure anyone whose worked with clay long enough will understand. I’m the kind of potter who mops as they go too.
Put out in the sun, or even in the shade with a gentle breeze, the rims of these dry out so fast, so I keep a keen eye on them throughout the day until they’re ready to flip over onto their rims, allowing the thick base time to dry out. When actually throwing these I’m most concerned about the interior form, as that can’t really be changed, whereas the outer curves will be turned and a foot-ring trimmed in, so if their exterior profile differences, which they do here a little, I don’t care too much. That’s why it’s good having a tool with a curve that you use for every bowl, if the shape of the rib determines the shape for each piece, they’ll very similar and stack well too, which is a nice bonus.
November 26, 2011
I don’t remember this one. But seeing as though it’s a lion and that sheet-less bed belonged to the same ex who trashed my lion painting, I’m sure it was a quick sketch I made for him. After I took up art he started using religion to keep me from doing the type of art I liked. Something about drawing anything with a soul being a sin. Sure this one went to the trash as well.
“My room 1”
June 24, 2011
I learned how to paint while living in a boarding house during my brief stint in college. There was this old white dude who spent his day smoking weed, painting in his room and mooning people from the porch. My mom would bring him boxes of left over paint from the factory she worked at. One my mom and I got into a fist fight because I threw a make up palette at my “18” year old “little” sister so the last lord (who happened to be a pimp from Chicago) let me rent out what use to be the old painters room. I got into what paint he had left and every now and then he’s stop by to see what I had created. Full circle.
Seltzer Bottles and Family, 36x36”, oil on canvas. I have been doing a series of still life paintings with seltzer bottles. This is the second in the series. I decided to leave this painting open. I hope you like it! PM me if you are interested in purchasing this painting. .