Saturday, July 23, 2016
Mark has been kindly suggesting that I find my way back to the wheel to make some pots.
I want to think that I am re-invited into a tile "artist".
Just me and the canvas so to speak.
In the Zen with the flat stuff.
He knows if he plants the seed of something it will grown in my brain until it has to come out, sneaky guy.
Folks are asking for your work, he softly says...
He's so pushy in his Pisces ways.
The brain won, I had to make some pots, I started with Jars.
I enjoy making jars.
It always takes me awhile to find the fun part of why I like them so much.
The blank slate, the thoughts and ideas, and, the glazing.
He makes a mean handle.
There are good handles, mediocre handles, but Mark makes a mean, great, handle.
It feels good, it works well.
What is a mug without a good handle?
Coming up: Ms. B is going to be fired next week.
I am working on tiles as well as pots.
And, it's hot....