It's been a long week and well, it's been a long month. And I haven't been at the wheel. Spent a week in Costa Rica and have been working more than ever as long as I can remember. This priest work is so exhausting sometimes.
Life is too short for such. Yet I'm thankful for work.
One of the losses is not taking the time to be at the wheel. It's good that I'm still dreaming about a lot of things.
Too many to write here.
I can say that I will be at the wheel tomorrow. :)
And these pieces and reading your blog posts invite me to keep at this pottery thing (which I love), and find a way somehow to make time for it.
And, as I said, life is too short not to.
Lately, I've been thinking about dreams. On the jar above (cone 10, phoenix clay, reduction) is the quote by Langston Hughes: "Hold fast to dreams for life without dreams is like a bird with a broken wing that cannot fly." It's one of my favorite pieces. It's never going anywhere and neither are the other two pictured in this post.
Here's another dream piece. It has words from a song written and recorded by Peter Mayer (lead guitarist for Jimmy Buffett). It's cone 6, and some Highwater earthen red clay. I love its words. His music is the best.
I plan to spend a good amount of time this weekend reading "Mastering Cone 6 Glazes" by Hesselberth and Roy (in dark in the back of the pic). It is awaiting attention from me. Just finished a delicious mushroom tofu soup--- with some noodles, soy sauce, and onions in of course, a Ron Philbeck bowl. How I love eating out of handmade pottery! I can't ever go back.
Hopeful about so much! Still dreaming....
And thanks for reading, by the way...