The Vine and the Branches

It was with great disappointment that The 260 Fingers Show was cancelled for this November because of Covid restrictions. Disappointing on a couple of levels for me. The chance to make some coin, the getting together with fellow makers, collectors and customers but mostly I was looking forward to this years line up of makers. At least half of the 26 potters were students of mine. They're still in the bizz after the shit show that this past few years have been. It makes me very proud to see their work. In many ways I care more about their success than my own. Of course I need to hang on too but they are younger with more in front of them than me. The sun is rising for them and setting for me. The sunset is really quite lovely though so I'm happy to be were I am. Amber was to be in 260 Fingers. I went to her studio show today in her beautiful studio and home in Normandale. The show is on Sunday too if you are within striking distance. I want to show you some of her work so that you realize I didn't just influence a bunch of pot makers. I influenced a bunch of mark makers. Clay is not steel or wood. It is amazing plastic material that just begs to be poked, stretched, stamped, incised, and manipulated It is only now in the sunset years I realize how much they have all meant to me and conversely how much I have meant to them. As a teacher you never quite realize how much a wink, a nod a thumbs up can mean. Roses are red, Violets are blue, Poetry is hard. Pottery is harder. How's this for a scenerio. Potter asks a poet for a loan of money. Poet asks a potter for a loan of money. Hmmm I don't know the punch line. Anyone out there give me a clue?


Fred said…
Is the residency finished?
Anonymous said…
Interesting sculptures.
Anonymous said…
Potter asks a poet for a loan of money.
Poet asks a potter for a loan of money.
Potter has a pot,
but Poet doesn't have a pot to p*ss in.

Anonymous said…
Very interesting sculptures.

Anonymous said…
Roses are red, violets are blue
Poetry is hard, pottery is harder, who knew?
Potter asks poet for a loan, because his bills are due
Poet asks potter for a loan, since his bills are past due too.

Potter couldn't pay, so he bartered in lieu,
trading his work, old and new.
Poet was broke, so he had to sing for his supper
and joing the soup kitchen queue.

Potter lives off the grid, wood firing the train kiln, choo choo.
Poet lives in a cardboard box under the bridge, rages and rues through and through.

unknown poet.
smokieclennell said…
Unknown poet- I love this! Thanks. It has to be DH
Anonymous said…
The Plated Project: An Ongoing Initiative Fights Hunger with Artist-Designed Dishes
Jamahoma said…
Unknown poet- hoping poet writes from the heart and we recognize. Potter throws from the heart and produces art. So many people need both in their life. We all do-may each take every piece of art they have been given or made and cherish each and every piece. Recognize the love and caring that went into it, may the holder of the pieces honor that. Too often art is made from the heart and the owner doesn’t recognize it. Cherish the work, cherish the thought and feeling that went into it. Honor it or send it home, back where it belongs.
Anonymous said…
Your life is your life
don't let it be clubbed into dank
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you
know them, take them.
you can't beat death but
you can beat death in life,
and the more often you
learn to do it,
the more light there will
your life is your life.
know it while you have
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight


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