You calling me yella?
It’s been 4 years since I got my yella Ray Bans. I think I need an eye exam and new glasses. I do love yella but I’m thinking I love blue too. This is much to spite Barb Murphy who I can never publicly agree with. It’s a joke Barb so no poison pen letters. We’ll have a drink together next Saturday at Bon Feu a show we have all been working hard towards.
I’m considering transparent and blue frames. A man can never be too predictable.
I was delivering The Cactus Lounge Flame Throwers pots to Shane Norrie Contemporary and a wood fire potter friend came in and said of my pots “Are they wood fired? They don’t look like it!” This was music to my ears. The highest compliment I ever get is “ Your pottery doesn’t look like pottery! Now to get your wood fired pottery doesn’t look wood fired is further icing on the cake. Does it have to be brown? Does it have to be ash and flash?
I also want to explain “erosion”. Dennis Allen commented that these edges look razor sharp. Yes they are and intentionally so. Further disdain for the Guilds standards committee.
I made these edges paper thin knowing that the wood kiln would further eat away at the surface making them even thinner yet. These are not kitchen pots that you put to your lips or handle on a daily basis. They are like the thorn on a rose. “But he who dares not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose”- Anne Bronte
So here are a couple of yella vazzes and a Double Bubble and a rutile casting silp from The Champ- Cassius Clay. The kiln is seasoned. The crew is hard core dependable!! It’s going to be fun to see a bunch of different kilns represented next week in Stratford. For me Cassius Clay is still the greatest dancer and the undisputed Champion of the World. Floats like a butterfly and stings like a bee.