Start the year with a success

I always wonder about peoples processes, how they start a project and see it through to completion.  I started this as ambitious project to copy a glass jar that looked like stacked rocks.  The base was pinched and coiled, very happy with the shape but the stopper was awful.  Left with a blank canvas, I just went with it.  Teal Blue underglaze painted on, a free hand with sgraffito tools, and the idea for glazing in different colors of transparent and celadon.   I had the ideas in my head and the skills to make it happen. And now will include it in my work for the year to come.  I’ve spent a long time trying to find my own voice.  I hope I can just keep singing.

 

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For the New Year

I started this blog to use my own words but for this, I will use the words of the most recent recipient of the Nobel Prize for Literature.  I did change a couple of words so that it sounds a bit more like me though.  Thank you, Bob Dylan for reminding me to stay:

FOREVER YOUNG

May the goddess bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay
Forever young
Forever young
Forever young
May you stay
Forever young
May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
And may you stay
Forever young
Forever young
Forever young
May you stay
Forever young
May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
May your song always be sung
And may you stay
Forever young
Forever young
Forever young
May you stay
Forever young

Floopy de Jar

I’ve decided to tell the tales of my creatures.  It starts with Floopy.  Floopy de Jar.  Floopy was just a bit of mud and someone dug him up.  The put him through presses and added more things, other stuff to make him into clay.  And the put him in a bag and the bag in the box and they sent to the box to the Gardens of Kew in the New city of York, where the ocean meets the river and the land is a long stretch of island.

Out of the box Floopy was pulled, part of a block, and rolled and coiled and stretched.  His eyes were gently placed, his mouth given a press, his hat placed on his head.  And they put him in an oven to warm him up.  And then they gave him color.  Some reds and greens and browns and a tiny bit of blue. They again put him to rest in the warm kiln.

Out he came, perfect and pure.  But his eyes were sad.  For he sits on a shelf.  Waiting.  For someone to take him home, and fill him with cookies or pennies.  Floopy de Jar.

At the end of the day

I’ve been told many times to start a blog.  Whether about my clay or just musings about life.  I’m going to try keep this light.  But at the end of the day sometimes we don’t do that.

Today I had help accomplishing something that had to be done.  A wonderful friend who lives way on the other side of the continent has never had one of the most delicious treats. I spent part of yesterday trying to convince people I wasn’t crazy trying to send a friend a Chanukah babka.  And with a little research and the help of another crazy friend (thank god for the international sisterhood of the Figments of Treacle’s imagination), we got a Babka from New York City to Victoria, Canada, without going through customs and getting arrested at the border for bringing in illegal contraband. (Yes, a chocolate babka is considered illegal contraband.  Go ahead, ask the Canadian Royal Mounted Police.)

I think it was the best present I could have given.

At the end of the day, it’s just about doing that one thing, that one thing to bring light and laughter.  I have to remember that.  I have to work harder on it.  That’s my resolution.  To be light hearted and silly.  And to blog.