Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Spring, Sprang, Sprung



I stepped out the door this morning and was surprised at the warm spring air. The house was chilly and I had turned up the heat, not realizing I probably could have opened a window instead.


This is my favorite time of year in North Carolina. Everything is blooming. Most of the daffodils have gone by but the petite white ones are always a little later. 

 The mahonia is looking pretty cool right now. I had never seen this plant until I moved here.


I unloaded the bisque kiln yesterday and started prepping for today's glaze marathon.
Tomorrow is firing day.


Our schedule is a little off (like that's anything new). We had an unexpected change in plans for the upcoming weeks, but I will leave that to another post.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Happy Easter!


What is more cheery than a big bowl filled with Easter eggs and CANDY?
I needed something to lift my spirits. So what did I do? Like a crazy woman, I went to Walmart (of all places) at 5:00 pm on the Saturday before Easter.
The place was a zoo.
But I accomplished my mission fairly quickly and came home with Easter goodies and eggs to dye. Even bought a bag of that tacky plastic grass... in pink because it goes nicely with the Natalie Blake bowl. Are you familiar with Natalie Blake's work? This bowl is good example of how an artist's work evolves. She now is primarily a tile maker, and a damn good one! Check out her work here.
I hope you all spend this Easter Sunday doing exactly what you want to do.

Friday, April 18, 2014

Meditating with porcelain




It was time to clean up the wheel and break out the porcelain this week. Jeff had been after me to make some small cups and carve them, so I figured now was as good a time as any. While I was at it I threw and carved a variety of shallow bowls. Most of these will get celadon glaze. This next firing will be a test. I'll do one in only celadon and another in celadon with black underglaze. I really like carving through porcelain, the cream cheese texture feels so good under my carving tool and it's quite meditative.

Working a little differently also kept my mind occupied and it was a good escape from the worries of my mother's illness. She is still at the rehab center of a nursing home. She hasn't gained any strength and in reality is much weaker. I have to force myself to call everyday. It's so depressing to talk with her. She is having a very difficult time coming to terms with this. Everyday she tells me she is so tired and doesn't understand why. I just don't know how to respond to her without saying, "Mom, you have terminal cancer, what are you expecting?" But of course I can't say that to her.  I think because she is in "rehab" she has it in her head that she should be getting strong enough to come home. I guess that was the goal when they moved her, but I really don't think she is coming home. My sister is going to be with them today for appointments with the oncologist and palliative care. I am hoping after today we will have a better idea of what we are facing in the next few weeks. I am staying on top of laundry here at home, in case I have to quickly hop on a plane... on the bright side, at least we haven't been running out of socks!