So I'm kind of glad that my mom doesn't read my blog, or knows that it exists.
She doesn't understand why I make functional ware, she doesn't understand why I don't just go to target or any other mega chain store. She's starting to try, must give her credit for that, even if she brings her own plates and bowls when she comes over.... :/ I don't understand who wouldn't jump at the chance to eat from our tableware. We have an impressive collection of Ayumi Horie, Brooke Noble, Steven Colby, Ron Philbeck, Jen Mecca, Justin Rothshank, Keith shit.. from Mudstuffing,Judi Tavil, John Britt, Dawn Ferguson, Shoko Teruyuma, Matt Kelleher, Bernadette Curran, Jennifer Allen and the list goes on...
Anyway, I insisted that she eat from one of my new whale bowls tonight and she finally said okay. Once she was done eating, she looked up at me and said "Why do you have to draw whales? can you just keep it to circles and patterns? I hate whales" Oh palm face. Why do I even try?
I just find it so odd that she finds comfort in mechanically reproduced wares lacking a soul and is totally weirded out by handmade objects.
Anyway.. ::sigh:: moving on.
I need to crank out the new work for this months art walk, it's the north beaches 3rd anniversary art walk. The big serving bowls take up so much room in the kiln. I can fire 6 of them at a time, with room for 6 cups. I'm firing right now and not sure how but going to try to make and fire a load by next thursday. :o
I had to play the crazy packing game with the kiln tonight. I might have been a little stressed after dinner. Took 30 minutes to pack a small kiln.... came inside to find some food containers outside of the fridge. I went to put them back in and about had a meltdown rearranging the fridge to make the containers fit. (I might need some sleep)