Closer To Perfection

Not really perfect but closer to achieving the look I like -- weathered, mysterious, textured, ancient. This little guy is just about 6" high and is carefully packed away for our move.  The move?  Not yet but we are still packing stuff into boxes.  Where on earth did we acquire so danged much stuff?

Blog posts will be slim for a while but hang in there - we took 10 days off to go to New York City and Washington DC and do have some pictures and stories.   $14 for one little sandwich? Get real.

Where's Don?

Perhaps you were wondering why my blog posts have been so infrequent. Or maybe you didn't notice! The reality of it is that my Blog Wrangler and I have been getting ready to move. Stuff is everywhere and I have no idea where in the Everywhere anything is. These are some of the boxes we've put in storage at our new place because the new place isn't ready yet but the miracle of a potentially quick house sale set things rolling faster than we had EVER planned. We'll still be in Austin. More details once we actually get settled.

You probably won't see any posts for about a month, even though I have pictures of about 10 different pieces I have made. My Wrangler has said if it doesn't involve figuring out how to move from a house of 2700+ square feet (plus my garage studio) into a space that is 1300 square feet, then forget it. 

My New York friends probably think 1300 is big, but then they don't live in Texas, where size does matter.

Weaving My Story

When I got out of the Air Force the question was not Where to Go (I'm a native Texan, no question there) but instead What to Do? Susan was already finishing up getting a teaching certificate so I decided I would use the GI Bill money to get one also and we would both be Elementary school teachers. The counselors said that would be great, I could specialize in Grades 4-6 and Susan would be Grades 1-3 and it would make employment easy. 

They were right,  it was easy. I hadn't even finished the program before Susan and I were offered a team teaching job exactly as we had specialized, with the added bonus of free housing. The only hitch was that it was in McKinney, Texas, and the best way to describe McKinney is that it is 50 miles from a tree. We declined.

Susan taught for about half a semester and always says teachers are drastically underpaid. I never taught but that is another story for another day. Preview: It involves Arlo snarling in a kitty cage.

Backing up to school, the certification program required all sorts of Elementary eduction courses in order to give prospective teachers a broad background. We referred to them as Kiddie Lit, Kiddie PE, Kiddie Math, etc.

And of course there was Kiddie Art. My final project in that course was this wall hanging. Susan taught me the wavey stitch and I improvised the rest.  The Kiddie Art class was taught in the art building where all the real art students were and of course they sneered at us amateurs.  They were really ticked off when my piece was selected to be in the annual Art Student show.

Pod Peeps

I really get a kick out of making these Pod People or Penguin People or whatever you think they are. The ones above are high-fire glazed, each piece is less than 7" high.  The pieces below have been subjected to the raku glaze and firing and didn't turn out quite as successfully as I would have liked.  Shape and glaze, yes, but markings, no. I wanted a weathered, textured look and although I got the technique sort of correct I didn't "edit" down the texture markings the way I should have. I like raku firing because the results are relatively immediate, I enjoy the pieces that come out the way I want and take the other pieces as just another part of a learning experience. 

Warrior

Here's what is sometimes startling: I make a piece of art that I think comes straight from my head. Well, maybe not straight, maybe down a crooked path, a winding road, or a warped arc! But I think is definitely something I have created on my own.

By now you know we love to travel to visit art museums and soak up all kinds of art and be surprised by liking shows we thought would be blah. Whenever possible, which usually means while looking at pieces in a museum's permanent collection, we like to take pictures of pieces that catch our attention. The pictures aren't that great since you usually can't use flash in a museum. When we get home Susan uploads them to the computer in a separate folder and we look at them and reminisce and then they just gradually get forgotten.

Forgotten by me, that is. But Susan has a mind like a steel trap. This Warrior piece (about 15" high) was made about a year ago and never glazed so I finally I got the ultimatum from her to doing something about it or she'd start painting on it  When I finished it I really liked it and she did too but kept saying that it reminded her of something we'd seen.

Ta-da! Yes, I did create Warrior all on my own. But somewhere in the back of my mind I might have been encouraged to go down the road I did by the dim memory, nearly three years back, of this plaster, paint and metal piece by David Bates, seen at the Modern Art Museum of Fort Worth.  It's hidden at the back, sort of like an outcast relative, near the secret staircase we always use.

Male Head IV, David Bates

(detail), David Bates

Just goes to prove that there is nothing really new in the art world, just our newer eyes and minds. Somewhere, ancient cave painters are looking down at today's art world and saying "I already did that!"

Going My Way

Sometimes life completely confounds me. Sometimes I am fully flummoxed by life. Sometimes it helps to not listen to the news or read the paper. Sometimes I think God must be up there, shaking his finger at us, saying "Don't make me come down there!" (Did you hear an echo of your mother's voice just then?) Sometimes honest, hard-working people restore your faith in believing that we have not all sunk to accepting the Lowest Common Denominator in life.
 

Losing My Way

More maps. The idea of maps is sort of out of left field for me because I couldn't read a map if my life depended on it.  Susan's father was a pilot during WW II and she still has some of his silk maps. The maps were what pilots flying in the Pacific carried in case they were shot down. They were made out of silk so they'd be useful even if the pilot had ditched in the ocean. Hopefully they would be able to figure out where they were. In my case I'd probably have looked at the map and headed toward Greenland.

About this time you are wondering how bad my navigation skills can be. OK, I'll tell you. When we take our long road trips Susan is the navigator. She can read an upside down real giant-size paper map in the dark and doesn't even need the Google maps with the blue I-Am-Here button on them.

She plots our trips and tells me the highways and the routes we'll need for the next hour (we switch off the driving task every hour or so).  Then she tries to take a nap or read something. You know how some people swear and curse and people say "they cursed a blue streak"? If you want Susan's curses to turn the air Navy Blue all you have to do is say "Was that our exit I just drove past?"

The real fun comes when it's her turn to drive and I have to try to figure something out on the map because there's a detour or something unplanned, even though she highlights the route on the map. First of all, it's really big and hard to unfold the map without flapping it in her face. Second of all, I can't seem to get Google maps on my phone until we are really in the wrong direction. And I keep forgetting the I-Am-Here button. It gets really interesting when she grabs the map and tries to figure it out herself. While she's driving 70 miles an hour. And turning the air Navy Blue.

Seth Apter: The Pulse of Mixed Media

Art by Seth Apter



One of the distinct benefits of having a blog is getting to know fellow artists through their comments on your blog.  You check out their blog and sometimes the casual link becomes a bond between two kindred souls. That's what happened to me with Seth Apter, despite the fact that I am one of the world's worst when it comes to looking at and commenting on other's blogs. (Susan speaks: Not to mention responding to comments on his own blog. Just remember, I'm the Blog Wrangler, not the Boss-of-Him, no matter how hard I try.) 

It's really great if you are lucky enough to meet them in person. But it gets frightening when they ask you to contribute something for a book they are writing. What will I say? Who cares what I have to say? My art? Is it good enough? Not! Who, ME???? ME in a book? Arghhhh! The pressure! Could I possibly say "No, but thank you?"

Not a chance. Not one person could ever say No to one of the most prolific bloggers supporting mixed-media artists. Not one person could ever say No to one of the most talented mixed-media artists out there -- an artist who spends most of his time promoting everyone but himself.  He is one of the nicest guys around  and proof of that is in these two pictures of us showing Seth patiently listening while I expound on the frailities of mankind and other dubious subjects of which I have no useful knowledge.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Seth Apter and his amazing new book:

Not only does Seth have a great book out, he included me in it! In case you didn't notice, that's unabashed self-promotion on my part. For your part, take a look at the book.  Then take a look at Seth's blog, The Altered Page.

Seth Apter, Artist and Author, tell me:

You have a day job, you jog in Central Park, you blog,

you email, you look at my blog and lots of other blogs,

 you comment on a multitude of blogs, you Facebook,

you Twitter, you take workshops, you teach workshops,
you create art, you write articles and books, and you give interviews.

So.... do you ever sleep?

Seth made me answer a lot of questions for his book so I was going to ask him this question, post his answer here, and ask for feedback from everyone. Instead, I went back and looked at some of the old emails we had exchanged and found his response to a comment I made about how organized his studio was compared to mine:

" I realized as I was preparing this post just how 'organized' the board was. I seem to be learning a little bit about myself from this one!
Best, Seth."

Here's what I have figured out:
Seth doesn't sleep because that's the time he uses to keep his studio organized. It isn't something he's always done, it's something he's learned to do and is how he has time to do everything in the world and still look calm.  The proof is in these blog entries, where you'll see the gradual change in his Inspiration Board from Normal Messy to Mr. Tidy to Mr. Neat to Mr. Totally and Disgustingly Organized.

Take a hard look at this last post of his studio:

Books on shelf arranged in height order.

All the brushes in the can are brush-end up.

The lids are on all the tubes and jars.

The drawers with papers in them could actually be closed
 without stuff sticking out.

And, best/worst of all, the pictures on his inspiration board all
line up neatly with no overlapping.

I might be able to clean up my studio and have it look as good as Seth's but every time that thought surfaces I decide to take a nap.

Finally, continuing on through the end of the month Seth will be featuring one artist every day.

I've been looking at each of my fellow artists and WOW! I am totally and completely humbled. It is frightening to consider the fact that I am included among the other artists I look to for inspiration, information and support. Artists who write books I buy and use for instruction and for eye-candy viewing. Real artists! I'd go beat my head against the wall in frustration, jealousy and envy except for the fact that I'm too busy looking at their blogs.

Final Note:  Seth's GIVEAWAY!!

If you go to Seth Apter's blog, The Altered Page, and leave a comment, your name will be put into a drawing for a free copy of his book, The Pulse of Mixed Media. He is giving away 3 copies and you can leave a comment every day for the month of March. Plus you will get to see his posts on 31 artists who are featured in the book.

Before and After and Lightning McQueen

I finally got these pieces glazed and over to Austin Art Garage.  We are calling these pieces "The Baby Bump - Before and After".  More pictures pending.

Speaking of babies, we have a new friend, Clint, who has a toddler, Cade, at home. It is amazing what you learn (or re-learn) about little kids when you talk to people who actually have one crawling around in their house. From Clint we learned that little boys get excited about Lightning McQueen. Of coures we had no clue who that was but he explained it involved racing cars. Oh yeah, Steve McQueen! Oops, big Generation Gap revealed --today it is Lightning McQueen. 

Anyway, we were all browsing around a hardwear store when Susan spotted this fancy child's small potty training seat (fits over a regular toilet seat) and pointed it out to Clint. You would have thought he'd won the Lottery the way he snatched it up! He thinks it will speed Cade down the potty training road but, based on its small size, we are quite certain Cade will be wearing this on his head for several days.

Arlo

When I came home from hot, steamy Vietnam, the Air Force sent us to New Hampshire. We chugged up there during January from Texas in our little 1967 VW Bug, innocently asking ourselves "What does that 'Frost Heaves' sign mean?" as I battled through a snowstorm. After we'd been there about five months Susan finally asked me if she would ever have warm bones again. Well, maybe not until we left, which was a long 11 months away. So I did the best I could do -- I got her Arlo, a little kitten.

Our neighbors found Arlo for us and said Arlo was definitely a Barn Cat. So? Little did I know. Here's what we learned about Barn Cats: They are mixed breed, usually a combination of whatever lived within a mile and came prowling around, they live mainly in barns and are therefore ferocious hunters. They are only a notch or two above wild or feral cats, the main difference being that they like being held and petted. On their terms. They like to be active - in hindsight, maybe sort of like a cat on speed.

The Air Force provided me with a very heavy all-wool coat to wear over my dress uniform (and a fox-lined coat to wear on the flight line). The picture below is sort of what it looked like, the main point here being the big buttons on the front. One day, not long after we got Arlo, I put my coat on and was walking through the living room to the front door. Arlo had been near the door, spotted the buttons on my coat and before we knew it, jumped up onto the back of the couch, launched himself through the air and splatted himself flat onto my chest, claws digging into the coat as he tried to capture the buttons.

OK, faithful Blog readers, now you are wondering what this has to do with the two pictures. They are of the very first ceramic piece I ever made, it's about 15" tall and weighs a ton. Susan proudly put it on a pedestal with pussywillow branches in it. As we stood admiring it, Arlo spotted it. A Barn Cat likes to climb up on anything it sees and those branches looked good to him so he took a flying leap at the branches. If you look closely at the second picture you can see the chip and the line where I glued the pieces back together.

We had Arlo for just a few years, he lived hard and died young. We should have named him James Dean.

P.S. It is not a good thing to sleep Commando if you have a Barn Cat wandering around.

More Maps

I make maps while I listen to my audio books. Right now I'm getting ready to start The Night Circus. But in the meantime we've been catching up on our Netflix.  Here are some 5-star recommendations:

Margin Call

Ides of March (very eerie at this point in our election cycle)

More recommendations:

At Close Range (if you are a photographer you'll love this one)

and

The Tunnel

(we thought this would be too long but it totally held our attention)

Map of Don's World

Susan has a blog named MapOfMyWorld that she rarely updates anymore. So I stole her title and now it's mine! After all, Texas IS a community property state. If you've been following me since the beginning, you know that I used to make metal art and I now make jewelry art and ceramic sculptures. Add another item on to my Bucket List: I make maps.

We both love to read books and look at art books but I'm a pokey reader due to dyslexia. AudibleBooks to the rescue! The problem is that when I'm listening to a really good book I can't be doing something that requires a lot of thought and attention or I will lose track of the story. But I don't like to just be sitting there idle. Susan taught me a little bit of Zentangle so I started doing that while I listened to the books. Eventually we figured out a way to help me branch out into my own style of map-making.

A good book on making maps:  Jill Berry's Personal Geographies.

A good book to listen to:  Cutting for Stone by Abraham Verghese.

Baby, Baby, Baby

Looking at these past few pieces you would probably think I was pregnant. Nope. Not a chance. Not unless pigs fly. I have no freakin' idea why I've done baby bumps and babies. (Piece shown above is unfired.) I'm desperately try to get my head in a different place and I think it's going to be ... boats.  Below is a copper one I made years ago, when I was doing metal stuff.

 Now I think I want to try ceramic boats. We'll see.  When I first started in ceramics many years back I took two workshops from Debra Fritts - a great instruction and motivator.  She traded me some small ceramic birds for one of my copper boats. The piece she made (image below) was called "Tall Tales" -- what a creative use of a boat! I am humbled.

I'm On A Roll Here!

Another Dude made (unglazed)!
Don't get in my way, don't stop me now -- when dinnertime comes around just set the food out and stand back.

Bumping Out

I wanted to do something different so I decided to make some Dudes that are expecting, or as is commonly said today, Dudes with a Baby Bump. This is the first one, she hasn't been fired yet. Susan critiqued it and told me she needed to have a sway back. I wasn't exactly sold on the idea so she googled images for me and sure enough, the belly goes out and the back goes in. So I gave the Dude a little back dent. She told me to make the next Dude with one hand on her baby bump and one hand at her aching back.

I've never had a baby so I don't know these things. Susan's never had a baby either but somehow you women all know these things anyway.

By the way, I'm not going to refer to a female Dudes as Dudette or Dudess, these are all unisex "Dudes". It's my vote for gender equality.

Oliver, The Articulated Man

Oliver is an articulated man who is about 20" tall.  He's named after my next-door neighbor's dog, Oliver, who likes to come visit me when I'm working in my garage.

For the record, here on Day 29 Susan has faithfully filled up bag #29 with Stuff. This time it was a lot of beat-up old kitchen stuff. Do we really need 3 sets of measuring cups? The frightening thing is that she's promised me once she finishes her Day 30 with bag #30 she is going to start up with a new set of 30 bags in my garage workshop. Help!!!

30-30

I didn't know what they were. Did you? Answer at the end of this post.

All this is just Stuff. Stuff I have to have, stuff I've bought from people who probably fished it out of their Grandma's trash can. Stuff I have no idea what to do with but have to have just in case ...

So what is 30-30? It's something to do with Stuff. Grit your teeth and consider this:

You have too much stuff. Too many clothes. 

Too many books (Ackkk!!!).

Too many dishes and kitchen things.

 Too many pencils and pens and old towels and just stuff.

So gather up 30 bags, preferably the small sort you get at the grocery store for vegetables, or those T-shirt bags that everyone hates but they are handy.  Mark them with 30 numbers, beginning with your start date number - for example, if you start today, the first bag is #23, the second #24 and so on, following #31 with #1 as you head into February. You need to have 30 bags for the next 30 days.

Put the bags in a prominent place where you can't ignore them. Each day you pick up the appropriately numbered bag and fill it up with Stuff to either give away, donate, or throw away. For example, on our first day we went through all our miscellaneous junk drawers and put in all the old pens and pencils and highlighters that didn't work. Did we really need 11 pencils in the kitchen drawer?  No, and they didn't fill the sack totally up but that's not the idea. What did happen is that we deliberately took care of eliminating some Stuff. The theory behind the small sack size is that it doesn't seem like such a monumental job to do when it's just one small sack, every day, for 30 days.. If you get to gathering up old clothes to donate you'll probably need a bigger sack but that's OK, it's the action that counts.

Today Susan is filling up the sack with cookbooks she really doesn't use anymore. She's thumbing through them to see if there was one stunning recipe she remembered and she'll make a copy of that. Then the sack goes off to Goodwill.

So is any of the Stuff shown on this post going to go into a 30-30 sack? NOT A CHANCE! These are treasures. Shown above is a very special treasure that was gifted to me by a talented, interesting friend, who now has me thinking about my favorite five (later).

Top picture? Old hair curler rods.

Yippee!

Susan speaks: Don is finally back in school. Yessssss! A quiet house to myself, no one wondering when lunch is, no one asking if the mail has come, no one tracking clay dirt into the house, no one drinking all the coffee in the pot.

Nicho above was sold at the Student Art sale.

Books - REAL Books

We are Book people. Above is what we gave each other for Christmas. Books. What else do you need?



This video is terrific! I reduced the size so you can see it here in the blog but if you go directly to YouTube and search for "Joy of Books" you'll be able to view it larger.

As for the Kindle or Nook... is that something you want to take in the bathroom with you?

Bamboo Pot and Cranky Consumer Complaint #2

This piece is about 14" high and the inside has a crackle glaze. I call it "Bamboo" because it sort of looks like that. I'm not sure if I will make anymore like this or even if I can, but the crackle effect on the inside intrigues me. In the picture below it sort of looks like an elephant leg but trust me, it really does look better than that. The gash in the side lets you have a glimpse of the crackle.

Here's the latest blow to the long-gone concept of "Customer Service":
Vendors keep costs down by using FedEx SmartPost and you think your package is safely in the hands of FedEx.  Wrong!

FedEx passes it over to USPS, as in the United States Postal Service.  You know, the one that is out of money and tells you soon a letter will take several days longer to be delivered. This is not a big deal in other countries but here it is has been thrown out as a solution to the budget problems. What you might not realize it that the USPS has been doing that slow-down already.

Here's proof, shown in our package tracking (below):

1. The order was placed Wednesday, Dec 14.
2. The package shipped FedEx out of Ohio Friday, Dec16.
3. The package arrived in Houston, TX,  about 6 p.m., Sunday, Dec 18.
4. The package left Houston FedEX about 10 p.m., Sunday, Dec 18, to go to the USPS.
5. The package left Houston via USPS for Austin about 9 p.m., Monday, Dec 19.
6. The package arrived in Austin about 9 a.m., Thursday, Dec. 22.
7. The package arrived at my location, directly across the street from the US Post Office, about two hours later.

Here's the interesting part:
FedEx: Time = 60+ hours, distance = 1100+ miles
USPS: Time = 60+ hours, distance = 165 miles

Slow delivery from the USPS? Get used to it.
Think FedEx is better?
Only if you are getting "pure" FedEx, not FedEx SmartPost.