My least favourite part of the entire pottery process is selling the work. In the best of world’s I would give it all away. I love to give pots away but that is not possible as I am not a man of independent means. My Uncle Jimmie always gave a pot to someone visiting from another country. He loved doing that and in turn he was so loved by many.
I loved Carter’s Christmas gesture of giving a kid a pot for a song, a poem or a drawing. I’m sure that will have a lasting effect on the hearts of the kids and their parents. Give love, get love!
I would like to send my heart out to Barb Murphy who convinced me to be in The Potter’s Market this weekend. It was an incentive to make work and a further incentive to make good work because of peer pressure. Thanks Barb for all your hard work. I know I have been stubborn, upsetting and difficult at times.
“When the artist is alive in any person…. He becomes an inventive, searching, daring, self expressing creature. He becomes interesting to other people. He disturbs, upsets, enlightens, and he opens ways for better understanding.” Robert Henri
Another heart goes out to Emma Smith who as my former student has been counselling the old dude on display and in fact is supplying me with it. If you teach them well enough they will one day teach you. Thanks Emma you know I think the world of you.
Here are some crack bowls out of the kiln this morning. I dipped them entirely in crack and saw the crack peeling away like bad wall paper. I thought holy shaving cream that is going to fall off and make a mess of the kiln shelves. Well God whoever she is wanted me to have some nice bowls for the sale and the cracks opened up and provided me with wine. As I have said so many times there is more money in the living room than the kitchen so there are holes in the foot ring and a wire to hang them as wall art. I really love them!