Spring Clay Club…or hands in the mud

(snagged via clamblog on pinterest)

There’s something about the new gang of Robins picking through the ground layers this week, something about the tunes of birds I haven’t heard for months, something about oak buds swelling, wood piles dwindling, and the sun staying a little longer each day…

Spring is near, which means that Spring Clay Club is soon to start.  Do you want to get your hands in clay?  For 8 weeks, the studio is yours on tuesdays and thursdays.  All clay is provided.  Your challenge is to explore, test the limits, try something new, practice matching your mind’s ideas to your hands abilities, show up and play.

Join us.  Starting March 13, 1pm or 6pm.

Here’s the link to the details on my website.  (smile)

(And I’m so looking forward to having you here…)

Winter stew

There’s nothing more soothing than homemade soup in the winter, which has me thinking about spoons, yep, ceramic spoons.  Thanks to Gwendolyn Yoppolo, Lorna Meaden, and Kenyon Hanson for their spectacular, thoughtful spoons.  Each one looks substantial, yet comfortable.  No extremely thin and fragile handles here…with clay, what’s called for is a little substance.

So, by all means, get ye to the kitchen for a batch of miso soup with greens, black beans with citrus, or pureed carrot soup with cilantro.  Kenyon’s ladles will help you get it out of the pot….

Cultivate chronic, low-grade ecstasy.

Heidi Bucher’s sculptures have been on my mind lately, as a meditation on costume, what we wear each and every day compared to what we wear for specific occasions. When and where would I try to pull this one off?  How about on a flatbottom boat floating down the Potomac River on a foggy warm spring morning?  Or certainly a parade.  There’s ecstasy in following creative urges, sometimes, and perhaps second-hand ecstasy in the urges of others.

The tie to these visual forms and what happens in the studio is direct, sometimes urgent. In cities, I’ll stop mid-stride to sketch a gesture, the line of strangers’ sleeves and hats, a twist of unexpected architecture. In this sub-rural area I call home, it’s the caves, rocks, tumbling down structures, and locals on these streets and trails.  The eye is constantly learning.  Vases a little heavier at the base.  Handles drawing from anatomy, or just off a bit, leaning and weathered.

Now to giggle…Heidi’s work also brings a zany, zesty love of the absurd, especially with the videos of her pieces walking on a beach.  Truly.  Watch this now, twice.

And to cool off a bit, this Humans of New York image, like a sweet glaze on afternoon teacake, gently calls to mind grapefruit, or cardamom. These incredible daily images of real Yous and Mes are the salve that keep my mind cool and collected, the ice in my ice coffee.   As Mardi Gras approaches, let the mask making commence.