Scratch, scratch, itch, itch
Scratch has
once again woken me from a deep sleep. Scratch is in a very foul mood and
relentless in his poking and prodding at me. Since this is day one of my
getting back into the studio he was reminding me how easy it is to slip into
mediocrity.
“There is
always a heavy demand for fresh mediocrity. In every generation the least
cultivated taste has the biggest appetite”- Paul Gaugin
Now back in
the studio according to Rob Brezsney’s Freewill Astrology I have been authorized by the cosmos to fabricate
my own temporary religion of playing around and messing around and fooling
around. If I’m really successful in the spring I can borrow some money from the
poets.
I want to
firstly thank those of you that were able to make it to the studio sale on the
weekend. Your support is appreciated from the bottom of my heart. Also some
pots being shipped this week to those that couldn't be here.
A sweet wood fired teapot is in transit to
Teresa Dunlop. My buddy Steve Corner aka
Stoner wasn’t able to make it down from the north country fair so he texted and
told me to send a picture of something interesting. Steve and his awesome partner Lise
have a really nice collection of my work covering many different side roads I
have wandered off during my journey. This piece is on it’s way to them now. Quiet
and strong, serious but playful, functional yet sculptural and with a
commanding presence. Stoner if ya want a title’ Running from the tribe.”
I sat in
The Cactus Lounge having a negroni with Jack and I kept looking at this piece
and liking it more than the day I took it from the kiln. Scratch had been
persistently nagging me to keep going on this work but I weakened. Mediocrity
was knocking on my door. This weekend reminded me to listen to Scratch!.
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