2016 has been a year hasn’t it? A bitter election and celebrity deaths. Why so many we ask? Is it really or do we, in this age of internet and 24 hour news know more of them. David Bowie was a shock at first, then I realized part of my shock was, he made it to 69? He had an amazing and troubled life, flirting or outright dating controversy. He made some stupid choices and some smart choices and above, very human choices. He seemed both defiant and at peace in the end. I can only hope that for others who have passed this year, also.
It has also been a year of fear. Fear of others,strangers, anyone different. The old prejudices never went away. They were hidden under a “fear” of offending. Calling it political correctness. Including people and being considerate of their feelings used to be a decent human being. You don’t stare at someone different and don’t take what isn’t yours. That is being politically correct? My rant.
Fear has been a problem for me on a personal level, fear of disapproval, of being different. I like science fiction and fantasy. Lost and Heroes ,Star Trek and Star Wars. So now among well meaning friends I have a reputation of liking certain ethnic groups. An actor who is attractive, intelligent and has a good sense of humor that isn’t cruel, now why would I like them? It seems because I am middle-aged, small town white that liking someone outside of my group is unusual.
The steins I made. At the Beer Cellar!
clay baskets and facial vases, also teddy bears.
a different way to cook a chicken!
2014 and 2015 was dealing with the aftermath of my husband’s death and learning what I can do alone. 2016 was finding people and programs to help me, and finding ways to repay them. Admitting what I like and what I believe in spite of my fear comes next. Most people I know are realizing, that I am both typical of my background and different from it. I think that is a crude description of a paradox but I am learning to like it. Since this is mostly a pottery blog I do have some works in progress and news. I did a show at a beer cellar, my daughter saw the picture and asked if I had been kidnapped! I don’t drink, don’t like to, don’t like what it feels like and don’t want to spend money and time learning to like it. Something people have a difficult time understanding. I like making my version of beer steins. Just because I don’t drink doesn’t mean you can’t have fun with it. I did buy a hard cider to try in cooking. The method is amusing, basically rub down a chicken with salt, pepper and oil, then shove a can of cider(or beer) up it’s you know where. It cooked beautifully.
The group I belong to(there are more of me:) ) had a pop up shop. It went well. I sold quite a few small bowls and ornaments. My larger more interesting pieces also sold! I am now working on vases and lamps. No sales to stock up for yet, so now is the time to make the odder pieces! If they don’t sell I can still display them. Fear will still be a factor, but I still have to try.