Stained hands

Kiln haul brought some of the oil spot fish out. I’m out of bisqued fish that are ready to be glazed, I can think of another project to explore but what excites me at the moment is clay I find in the reclaim.

I pulled the red clay from the bin, it stains hands and tables and more. Earlier in the day I sat with my kids in Scotlyn’s class as they learned to mono print. I made scrappy little crabs as my hands turned red. I like that cycle, when art leaves a stain. The clay I have been using doesn’t, it’s an off white. They say clay holds a memory. Red or white, it’ll hold my experience with it in its body.

Super fish Sunday

Very good kiln haul today, have been waiting patiently.

Preparing mentally to have more grief this week and thinking again about how we culturally don’t mourn. I enjoyed driving to the studio and seeing a cars public display of remembrance.

Not everything’s grief and I spent some time at the studio realizing this was in fact a porcelain penis.

Listicle

things I like about the ceramics

  • reclaim buckets and thinking about what other people throw away

  • when other people eat in the studio

  • passionfruit across the street

  • good dancing windows

  • everything becomes an experiment like mixing mottled blue on top of Emily’s purple

  • creating new systems of organization

  • the way the light hits

  • what other people put on their shelves

  • other people’s pottery