Handles Mesiah

It's been awhile since I made boats. Boats for me are about life's voyage. I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about my life's voyage. It's been a hellava sail. I'm down here in Mississippi on the Gulf Coast so a marine reference in the work seems appropriate. Brian and I share a similiar narrative. Smooth sailing, rough waters, disappointments, elation and I think most of all an entrepreneurial work ethic. Oh ya a love of our jobs and the people that we have in our lives. I've made some cups, some jugs and a big roll so I wanted to make something for me. This ain't a demo piece. It's something that I can't do in my sleep. The jugs, cups and plates are easy for me. I have done them a thousand times maybe even a hundred thousand times. I'm gearing up my wee brain thinking of things I will make at The Bray next fall. Not sure I want to make functional pottery. It may be vessel related but I don't want to care if it pours, if it is food safe, if it leaks or whether it matches the sofa. I've paid my dues and it's long past time I made things that stretch my creative soul. Last year at Sugar Maples in the Catskills one of the potter/musicians Peter Simon told me he was going write an oratorio for me called "Handles Mesiah". Maybe you've heard of Handels Masiah by George Frederick Handel? I got one boat made in white stoneware and another on the go in the high iron stoneware. I hope both boats make it outta dry dock and set sail in the wood salty water of Brian's bourry box pirate ship. We're planning an exhibition at the end of the workshop and I'd love to see these boats full of flowers.

Comments

smartcat said…
Cool pots, Tony!
Sail. on!
Anonymous said…
What ever floats your boat!
Anonymous said…
Run wild, run free!

--max--
Anonymous said…
It's in those quiet little towns, at the edge of the world, that you will find the salt of the earth people who make you feel right at home.
― Aaron L
Anonymous said…
We went to NYC when I was a little kid; my parents told me to lock the car doors because there were "punks" outside. They couldn't stop talking about how dangerous the "punks" were. A group of teens with chains and mohawks with pink and purple hair. I just thought they were beautiful, I wasn't frightened at all. From that day on, I knew that one day I would surround myself with "punks". From a very tender age, on that day, I had already made up my mind to never just think what my parents thought. I had made up my mind to have my own mind, to live on my own terms.

JoyBell
Anonymous said…
Don't you find it odd, that when you're a kid, everyone, all the world, encourages you to follow your dreams. But when you're older, somehow they act offended if you even try.

EH.
Anonymous said…
You have probably heard the saying that you can't teach an old dog new tricks. Actually, there is another saying that is probably more accurate, but is not quite as well known: 'The quickest way to become an old dog is to quit learning new tricks. — Ken
Anonymous said…
Creativity isn’t finding something new. It is rearranging what you already know into a new mold. P.J.
Anonymous said…
Try new things, step out of your comfort zone, take risks, do things in ways you've never done them before, ask for help, surround yourself with self-actualized people, become obsessed with the fact that you have one go-round on this planet as the you that is you, and realize how precious and important it is not to squander that.

Jen
Anonymous said…
Endings are always tough, but I believe when something ends, there are new beginnings, new opportunities and new things to be excited for, too.

Fisher
Anonymous said…
Don't worry about making it good, just make it.

Jerry
Anonymous said…
Lucky Girl Syndrome

Just always expect great things to happen.
Trend where people are encouraged to accept that just believing all good things will come to them can make it so.
Affirmative mantras and a positive mindset in life will bend everyday events in your favour.

#LuckyGirlSyndrome

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