No Twiddle Twaddle
I really
must give a shout out to a blog supporter of mine from Canada’s Wet Coast. She
started reading my blog in 2007 when I was doing 4 months of graduate work with
USU in Jingdezhen, China. She loved the blog so much she was moved to write one
of Canada’s national newspapers The Globe and Mail to follow me. Well, enough
said -of what interest to the nation are the ramblings of a demented
mudslinger? You know who you are and I thank you for your love and support for
these many years.
Today in an
email to me she mentioned her children
loved her work but she was more critical and was tired of doing twiddle
twaddle(her expression). 8 years of reading me and I have one victory of record. If you don’t
have to buy the butter, pay the mortgage, car payments etc, etc why twiddle
with your twaddle? Oh, I’ve heard it before- My partner wants me to at least
pay for my habit and so I sell my twiddle twaddle. Has your partner joined the
Pro Circuit to subsidize his/her golf habit? Besides that it is always the partner that is the scapegoat.
The
Hamilton Potters Mentorship Group are gearing up for our final hurrah with a
showing of wood fired work at The Carnegie Gallery in Dundas Feb 5-28. This has been 18 months of mud,
sweat and beers along with much critical dialogue. They have gained the
confidence to trash talk their fearless leader. We trust each others judgement
and respect where the constructive criticism/dialoque is coming from. It’s not
about you! It’s about the work!!! If on Feb 5 you are sitting at home alone
thinking about twindling with your twaddle come on out to the opening. We are very excited about this no twiddle
twaddle show.
Comments
Ah, I'm losing my thread. Ok. Well, I will not give in. I will continue to make for me and them. Some and some. I do wish I could just be like Jean Nicolas Gerard and whip out that crazy earthenware. Or R. the Rat who has always seemed to do what he wants, but still curses 'those stupid animals'. No teaching gig for me though. As if I ever really thought that mattered. The older I get the less courage I seem to have. That's not how it's supposed to work is it? Dammit. I need to go back to therapy!
Good words!