The beginning of the end
For the longest time the termination of a handle has puzzled me. I know how I want to start it but ending it has always been a puzzle. I have added lozenges. I have filled in the crotch. I have pushed up and pushed down. I have swiped, made little heart shapes, actually I have tried so hard I have forgotten all I tried. I'm still trying to end the handle. How can this little detail hold a man's attention for so many decades? Some would say such a simple mind needs no more to confuse it. Mr. K is out in the garage glazing and loading my gas kiln. It has been over 15 months of solitude in the studio so to have someone here is so fine, so fine indeed. I need people. I need people that talk art, food, music, books,health and reasonable politics. How to end it? That question has consumed me the past few days. I wrote a blog post a little while ago entitled "Carpe Diem" live for today. I got word that a long time collegues wife had passed. They were married 47 years, very active and Jean died within 31 days of her diagnosis. She was my kids Montessori teacher and was nothing short of amazing. It brings tears to my eyes to think of my two little gaffers at nursery school graduation all dressed up with cardboard mortor boards and graduation diplomas. What would you do if you had 31 days to live? Or how about a week? There was a time when I would want to fill the kiln one more time. Now, the temination puzzles me more than the 4 decades of the handle.