For some time now, I have wanted to create “alphabet soup” bowls. You take alphabet pasta and push it into the clay. After firing in the kiln, the pasta incinerates leaving its imprint behind.
I didn’t have time to paint these the other day, so I spritzed them with water and covered them in plastic to prevent them from over-drying. Well…. let’s just say they were the opposite of over dry ;) I was bummed. The pasta absorbed the water, swelled up and molded. YUCK!!! Would it still work? Were they ruined?
Apparently, the answer is NO. They worked out just fine …whew! I’ll keep you posted on how they turn out.
Other than that, I have been on a BOWL-BONANZA. In March my pottery studio will be hosting “SOUP’S ON” to benefit refugees just settling into Rhode Island. Last year we raised money for a Syrian refugee camp in Lebanon. This year we are focusing local. It’s pretty cool when you dig in and find ways to actual help the causes you believe in.
These came out a while ago. Half-wheel thrown/half slab. My teacher is calling my style thrown and altered. That seems about right :)
Remember my experiment with kid foam? I made my own stamp and wanted to see how it would look in clay?
Well, it worked. It needs some tweaking. When I try making a stamp again, I will need to really think about positive vs. negative space. You know, what areas do I want raised and what areas recessed? hmmm…this definitely entails thinking.
Yesterday I threw the largest bowls I have ever thrown – EVER!!! (like family popcorn size!) Did I take a picture? Of course not! But trust me, they were YUUUUGE! Throwing so many bowls at once has really improved my game. Something clicked yesterday like it hasn’t clicked in 2 years. You may start to see some improvements on my technical side – Oh, one can hope! I’m going to keep at it. I’m still addicted to this muddy stuff –mold and all!
I decided to include these photos as their own special edition.
As an artist, this aspect of the march just knocked my socks off.
Participating in the Boston March took 8 hours. I can tell you by 5pm, after standing, chanting and marching I was spent.
…And then we stumbled into this. As people finished the march they left their signs behind.
For the first time in the entire day, people were standing in absolute silence. Now for me, I might say it was total exhaustion, but it was definitely something more than that.
Every single piece of paper represented someone’s wish, dream, angst, and fear. And here after a day of releasing a tremendous amount of energy we could quietly reflect. So many people. So much hope. So much creativity.
I left a better, stronger woman.
Jewelry supplies everywhere.
6 moving boxes worth.
Packed it all away today.
Ready to start painting tomorrow!
Yippee. Happy New Year to me!