End of year mumblings

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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…

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End of year mumblings

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.

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The steins I made. At the Beer Cellar!

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clay baskets and facial vases, also teddy bears.

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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.

Long Overdue Update

I am finally here. Hopefully posting more. I finally got the planters for my husband grave finished. It has been a process. First attempts blew up or cracked in the firing, not a good start. Since they were for his grave i had been dragging my feet. It has been two years since he died unexpectedly. Dealing with the aftermath, single with an adult child, who is new to adulting. It’s one of those long strange trips.

Being productive now, but anything that could stop me has. The drought in the area is now affecting me personally. It’s been strange having to struggle to have enough water to wash  and clean things. Plenty of water to drink, but don’t flush the toilet. I have been collecting rainwater and learning how to prime a water pump. So I have been somewhat distracted.

I did managed to produce some steins for a show and sold a bowl at the stein show, go figure. Fortunately people did like the steins and they should do well at the holiday sales.

Anyhow some pictures for your perusal, the planters and some plates in progress. I will have pictures of the steins soon.

A long Delayed Update

Monthly(sort of) update

It’s been a while but I have been working, slowly. I participated in a seconds sale that helped the local library and left me with cash in pocket and some nice feedback. I bought some new glazes that I hope to try(one of them is gold!) Also finishing up a project.

I don’t get to personal on this blog(in spite of all the I’s),don’t know who might be reading it. Some things family and friends don’t need to hear. Obviously I like some attention or I wouldn’t be maintaining a public blog in the first place.

A project i am finishing up has been a little sad. Potters get them. Cremation urns for example. Did not have to do that but I did promise my daughter I would make plant pots for the flowers around her father’s grave.

I was widowed a little over 2 years ago. He had some medical problems that didn’t get better. It escalated quickly and at 55 for me and 22 for my daughter, he died. I couldn’t come up with the words for the eulogy so my daughter did it. It all went well, for a funeral.

Since then we have been maintaining his grave and the flowers, geraniums and thyme have done well. So I have been making pots for them. It has been interesting. I found with large pots, soft clay is better. I was able to get the walls thinner. Firing was itself an adventure since sometimes the pots were neither thin enough or dry enough.Once firing while a useful tool, doesn’t wok if there is an air pocket or slight dampness. It was explosive! Here are the examples of my progress. Haven’t done the next firing yet,

but this time they should be dry.