I got in.

This is a poster of an old call for entries poster
and when I saw it, I knew I'd found the right place for me
quirky, odd, funny, a little bit cheeky 
and undoubtedly leaving you with a smile on your face.

(click on the picture it will expand
and its tots worth the read)

Looks like I'll claim my desk and start my mess in July
I cant begin to tell you how blessed & grateful I feel
and how excited I am to join Wally Bivins in the studio.
Let alone having two years of clay ahead of me.  

Thank you all for your support, and thank you world
for deeming it my time with clay again.  Yippee!

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art habit

I love my time creating.

Nothing else really matters when I'm in the studio with clay,
and when I'm not there,
really whatever else I'm doing, 
what I'm thinking about is clay.
...what would that look like in clay?  how many parts would it take to mould that?  I'm gonna reshape that other piece, try that glaze, make one taller, smaller, thicker, sitting, longer...


and these words from transporting come to mind a lot

People think it's all about misery and desperation and death and all that shite, which is not to be ignored. But what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise we wouldn't do it. After all, we're not fucking stupid. At least, we're not that fucking stupid. Take the best orgasm you ever had, multiply it by a thousand and you're still nowhere near it. When you're on junk you have only one worry: scoring. When you're off it you are suddenly obliged to worry about all sorts of other shite. Got no money: can't get pissed. Got money: drinking too much. Can't get a bird: no chance of a ride. Got a bird: too much hassle.  You have to worry about bills, about food, about some football team that never fucking wins, about human relationships and all the things that really don't matter when you've got a sincere and truthful junk habit.

replace junk with art, or clay.
and I'm in...

You have to worry about bills, about food, about some football team that never fucking wins, about human relationships and all the things that really don’t matter when you’ve got a sincere and truthful art habit.

identitiy crisis ​

Yeti?  Big Foot?  Wookie?  Summer Yetti?  Sasquatch?

Yetis are white, they are cold weather creatures
that are able to hide in the snow & stay warm in the cold
with thick heavy white (or grey) fur.


These fella's are made in terracotta a deep red clay
so I'd have to cover that up to make them white
and I'm a believer in material integrity
so unless its an interesting effect, 
adding a depth to the white with hints of terracotta showing through
I think I'll need to accept they aren't yetis after all
and go dark with their fur: leveraging the depth of the red
not hiding it.

lets see how the test tiles  turn out 
& we'll go from there.

i not dead

I was so happy about my yeti I went back this week
on Thursday, and worked on him some more
& made him some friends too.

One of my new friends in the studio
told me about
the bigfoot series by Graham Roumieu
they look hilarious.  (my copy is on order from Amazon)

Anyway, when I visited the studio next,
this note was waiting for me.
I'm not sure if I'm more excited to have evoked a reaction,
or to have made a friend. 

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