Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Pretty nasty

Got my ladies coming tomorrow to get the big bourry box loaded and then we fire Friday and Saturday with all that walnut. I spent 2 days glazing and decorating. I've put some pretty marks on some nasty pots. I'm calling them marks and not brush work in honour of Andrew Kellner who will be missing this firing as he studies in Jingdezhen. He told me I had to make 20,000 marks before I would be any good. Ah it doesn't take the students too long to get sassy. Hey, he has been sassy since day #1. I guess that's why the student teacher relationship became a long term friendship. I like people that speak their mind. Amber Zuber is coming tomorrow and she is the female version of Andrew. Very perceptive and she calls what she sees. I think the world needs more people that have back bone. Wishing you were here Andrew. Have a bowl of noodles and a bing p
ijui for me will ya?

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Here's to the corners yet to turn

I haven't done a show in a loooooooooong time and I thought I never would again. 260 Fingers in Ottawa is the brain child of my friend Chandler Swain and I think it may well be the path to follow. Good potters inviting good potters to be in a show. None of this I am a member of the guild so I get to show my pie cutter work. This is an invitational show, a badge of honour and not a right of passage. I'm rollin' the dice with this show as I haven't done anything like this solo for decades and the work I have made is somewhat edgy, somewhat nasty, somewhat pretty and nasty and if the kiln god's are kind could be the best in a long time. I spent the entire day glazing and decorating less than 50 pots. I would usually have glazed the entire kiln load. I go back at it tomorrow. I'm excited about the work and that is worth dreaming about. Here's to corners yet to turn.  Here's to bridges left to burn. Here's to the whole thing coming undone. Here's to the life of a potter!

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Confirmation of my good taste

I picked a Joan Ulrich teapot as Best in Show at the Tableware Show at the Torpedo Factory in Alexandria, Virginia back in the spring. Of course you walk away wondering if you hit the mark. There were some awesome pots. I wavered between Eric Botyl and Mathew Schieman. Anyone of these potters would be welcome on my mantle piece. So it was somewhat of a relief to see that Joan got second place in the highly acclaimed Best Functional Show. Congrats, Joan you got a look about you that is working. I wish I could remember my juror's comments on that night but in a nutshell it was about attention to detail. Every single part of Joan's teapot was considered and a delight to look at. Here are some of Joan's pots.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

On the move!

It all hit me like a ton of bricks but I'm moving again. I hope this is my final resting place. Building up 3 studios in 24 years is more than any one potter has any right to try to do. I'm back full circle where I began at my uncle and aunts pottery. I bought a wee house a mile from work and I finally feel settled. I'm in the small town of Aylmer and I love it. People say hello and even talk to you. 

As most of my royal readers could read between the lines I am solo. My plan is to turn my house into a home where all friends are welcome to eat, drink, talk pots and stay over. I have always maintained that it takes a friend to have friends and I plan to live up to that. It starts next week when Amber, Jen, Emma and Amy? are staying at my place to fire the wood kiln. As shifts change we will be like ships passing in the night but we will celebrate with a feast when the beast is slain and we can rest. It sure feels good being me.

Finding my footing

Life has been a bit of a turmoil of late and I think these vases suggest that. The tops of the vases are probably referencing the state of my brain. I just arrived home last night from seems like a month at Sheridan. My term there is now over and as I look around my house it is not the way I like it. I am a bit of a neat freak when it comes to my living space. I need to spend some time on me and my house but that is going to have to wait as I move next week and I have a wood firing in the big bourry box with some of my favourite women. I'm rolling the dice with this firing as it will be all walnut and it's all the pots I need for my first show in years. I wake now before 6am with my mind racing of things to get down. Guess I'll sleep when I'm dead.
These vases are glazed with 70% local clay and 30% whiting and salted. I like easy glazes especially when my mind is so full of stuff n one

should need to know.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Pimpin' my ride

Hey you're damn right I got the blues. I just took some pots to Reid Flock to have him photograph a few that came from Cassara's salt firing.  She was unhappy but I was elated. Hey if ya need a good photographer Reid is top drawer. Not only does he has an eye but he has the techno savvy down pat.

So since I don't have a mother in law I can't call this blue "Mother in Law" blue so lets call it "Cash Flow" blue. I'm in bad need of a few extra shekels.

Sperm Count

Hey Dennis the very mention of sperm decoration skyrocketed the comments, likes and visits even more than my faked hospitalization, my going nuts and my death. Sex sells, man! Thanks Holly for taking the ball and running it. I often feel like I write for about 13 people that are just about as maladjusted as I am.  I must have struck a chord. There was some great dialogue and there needs to be more of it. While I sanded the edges of some of my pots today to get ready for a wood firing I thought these are bad ass pots. These are not pots for everyone. These are pots "only a mudder would love!" How stupid can I be to think this could be my market and my livelihood?  A potter friend told me she makes what people want. Gee, I think I missed that memo.

Today is Canuck Thanksgiving and I'm having spaghetti. I actually like day old turkey and especially the soup more than the big meal. Memories of my dad on this day who always wore a suit and tie for Thanksgiving dinner. He also cooked dinner as my mum was not so good a cook.  Happy Thanksgiving to all of the clay community. You are the best, the very best!!!