Saturday, November 28, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
The main part of the Thanksgiving ritual is The Dinner. We've done many of them (paid our dues, so to speak) and we no longer spend two days preparing a massive, coronary-inducing, cholesterol-loaded meal. Instead, we support the local economy and get our dinner from Whole Foods and let them damage our health. As healthy as they pretend to be, they can do a good job of spoiling you -- just ask me about their chocolate parfaits. Anyway, now we spend only one day fiddling and fixing and fussing and yes, it is "we." I'm actually getting to be a pretty good cook.
This is a picture of what our silverware, accumulated from wedding gifts, looked like. It came out of its lined box only for special occasions when there we would have The Dinner. Of course it had to be polished and I never minded doing that. Susan has not-so-fond childhood memories of having to do the polishing for a lot of silver her mother had. Obviously, when you are a kid you'd rather be playing with your cousins instead of rubbing at silverwear with a cloth. Anyway, the silver never got used enough to justify having it so it has moved on to a new family and we are quite happy with our beat-up stainless steel.
We are thankful for all of the good in the world, for all the men and women in uniform and not at home who are trying to maintain the good in the world, and for all of the blog readers all over the world, who tie us all together into one common group, clicking away at our keyboards and touching the world.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Below is Mel (Mélide Canton-Josh), a fellow ceramics student. I asked her which was her favorite piece and took a separate picture of that.
Right next to my table was Genevieve Elise, a printmaker. She had cards for sale and a number of prints. Susan negotiated a trade of one of my ceramic books for one of her "Buddy Holly Glasses" prints. She made Genevieve give her the last print that wasn't as sharp as all the others because she plans to cut it in half and use it as a front and back cover for a book she'll make.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
The art sale is today (click here). The bowls above are about 6'' across, the tall vase below is about 12" high.
These little birds and Pod Babies are no bigger than 3" each.
Monday, November 16, 2009
This sale gets very little publicity even though we have it every year. As a result, we don't get very many shoppers so we have to price our work pretty low if we want to move it out. This means our sale is a great bargain! You can never tell what will sell and what won't and that unsold stuff has to be lugged back home. One year I sold out of ceramic books, but last time I only sold a few. They'll go back this year for another try.
My Blog Wrangler has told me many times (and so have several other people) I need to set up an Etsy shop but so far I've resisted, mainly because she would have to do all the work on it. Without my permission (as if she'd pay attention anyway) she did register "Flummoxed" as an Etsy shop (empty now) for me, mainly because she found out my name was already taken.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Thalia Fields lies under a grey ceiling of clouds,
Remember also Barry Lynn Brown. I escorted his flag-draped coffin home to his family.
Captain Barry Lynn Brown, Killed in Action, Vietnam, May 5, 1968
Remember also Joseph Ambrose, a World War I veteran, holding the flag that covered the casket of his son, who had been killed in the Korean War.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Fort Hood is the largest active U.S. military installation, and the only post on American soil with two combat divisions. Located in the heart of Texas about 60 miles north of Austin, the 340-square-mile post is home to more than 65,000 soldiers and their families - and thousands of civilian employees.
The installation's troops have borne some of the heaviest burdens in America's wars. Thousands of soldiers from the 1st Cav and other units at the sprawling fort have served multiple combat tours in Iraq and Afghanistan.
Second, the Kiln Gods were not cooperating with me. Some glazes faded out. Some turned green. Were they contaminated? In the wrong place in the kiln? The wrong glaze? Bad technique? More than likely just plain bad luck. Every ceramics artist experiences this, whether it's his own kiln or not. It's just the way life is.
So where is my new work? Most of it went in the trash, which is something I've had to really work hard at doing. Susan reminds me that putting lipstick on a pig never really makes the pig look any better.