Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Flower City Pottery Invitational this weekend


A few of the tiny wood fired bowls I've been playing around with.... I'll have some of these as well as others I've yet to see
at the show this weekend, along with the rest of my work.  These were fired in Brinsley Tyrells kiln (I may have spelled his name wrong)  in Ravenna Ohio, and I also had a few in the CIA kiln that I will see tomorrow and Dan Finnegan, another potter who will be at Flower City graciously offered the opportunity to put a few pieces in his wood and salt kiln that he will bring to the show.  I am especially excited to see those, as this is all new to me, and I'm searching for the perfect surface to pursue.  CIA put a few pounds of salt in their kiln this time, so we'll see if the salt made it up to the front of the kiln where my work was hiding.  All in all I'm enjoying the combination of high fire and my drawings when they don't get too obliterated by the fire.... more images soon!


Saturday, October 7, 2017

Big Sky

View from the Cleveland Clinic parking garage towards downtown Cleveland

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Sunday, September 17, 2017

There’s a faith in loving fiercely the one who is rightfully yours
especially if you have waited years and especially if part of you never
believed you could deserve this loved and beckoning hand held
out to you this way.
I am thinking of faith now and the testaments of loneliness
and what we feel we are worthy of in this world.
Years ago in the Hebrides I remember an old man
who would walk every morning on the gray stones
to the shore of baying seals, who would press his
hat to his chest in the blustering salt wind and say his
prayer to the turbulent Jesus hidden in the waters.
And I think of the story of the storm and the people
waking and seeing the distant, yet familiar figure,
far across the water calling to them.
And how we are all preparing for that abrupt waking
and that calling and that moment when we have to say yes!
Except it will not come so grandly, so biblically,
but more subtly, and intimately in the face
of the one you know you have to love.
So that when we finally step out of the boat
toward them we find, everything holds us,
and everything confirms our courage.
And if you wanted to drown, you could,
But you don’t, because finally, after all
this struggle and all these years,
you don’t want to anymore.
You’ve simply had enough of drowning
and you want to live, and you want to love.
And you’ll walk across any territory,
and any darkness, however fluid,
and however dangerous to take the one
hand and the one life, you know belongs in yours.