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.
Comments
The first time that I became aware that ceramics could occupy the realm of high art was when I walked into a Hans Coper and Lucie Rie exhibition and was gobsmacked! by the work. I can't remember if the exhibition was at the AGO, The Gardiner or the ROM, one of those and it was very early in my education.I started to pay more attention to the medium from that point on. My reaction to their work was visceral.
It's conceited of me to say but I know the difference between good and great and when a work in any medium crosses that line, bares its soul and tells you everything you ever needed to know or is worth knowing.
Phew! pretty melodramatic, I'm glad I got that off my chest and it's a long way to the point this; BUT HOLY S%#T!!! if the pictures of your pieces you posted here hold up in the round, you've crossed the f#$king line this time Batman!!. Pretty scary, how do you get back from there alive. Congratulations, way to go.
I treasure your critique. T