Bump and dent sale.

I am a big sucker for my weekly horoscope. This weeks read that in 2020 I will be freer than at any time in my life. No one will be telling me what I should or should not do. 

I've been surrounded by, using and looking at a lot of fabulous functional pots pretty well all my life and lately more than ever here in Seagrove, NC. 

I made 10 bowls and stared at the smooth curve of the inside of the bowl. Should I mess it up with my signature whoopee? How does a cook feel about that whoopee that will fill in with tomato sauce or split pea soup  and be hard to clean? Should I be mindful of the bowls use? I defaulted to my past irreverence of the use of the bowl.  I felt a bit guilty at my failure to repay the debt I owe my Uncle Jimmie and the many wonderful makers of domestic ware that work in the  "form follows function" model. I didn't feel guilty for too long. Shortly thereafter I put 4 bumps in the back of the bowl. I love how glaze breaks on the inside of the bowl on the bumps and the whoopee. 

I have time now to think about how I ended up being a potter, a teacher and being here in NC. Now the big quandary is where exactly I want and need to go in 2020.

Read an interesting statement by John Baldessari today:

When I think I'm teaching, I'm probably not. When I don't think I'm teaching, I probably am," said John. 

I looked at my blog stats yesterday to see that there were over 2700 reads of my blog "The Sandman". I never think of the writings in this blog as teaching. Maybe like John these ramblings are some of my teaching. Dunno!

I am celebrating my uniqueness. It is part of the equation of how, why and what I am doing in Seagrove/Star.

Bump and dent sale

Whoopee

whoopee and bumps