Thinking about what to write here this week many topics
crossed my mind, which were then crossed off?
Clay, again? My dogs? My bumper
crop of tomatoes? None of this seemed very exciting, not that I try to be
exciting. I leave that for reality TV
shows.
Sunshine: Living the creative life.
In this blog I want to show and tell stories about living
a creative life in every way. Because I
truly believe that life is meant to be creative whether I’m cooking, gardening
or decorating. And I want to honestly
share my art process with all its ups and downs
Clouds move in: Clay isn’t always play.
Sometimes, it’s work.
It’s sticky or lumpy or just plain stubborn. This week, it’s been hot and humid here in
the Pacific Northwest which is unusual.
The clay behaved just like the weather.
It was sticky, too dry, then too sticky again. I threw a few mugs but getting the handles on
the next day was a test of patience. The
bowl I threw was, again, not good enough.
So after staring at it in disgust, I put it back on the wheel, put my
hand on the rim and pulled. It pulled
off like a ribbon and revealed this amazing fluted, scalloped edge. I just stared at it in wonder.
The clouds parted.
I realized later that I really didn’t want to make
another big bowl right now. I have these
sculpted busts that I did a while back.
From the depths of my studio closet, they’ve been calling to me. I tried to ignore them. It didn’t work. And it doesn’t have to, because there’s no
one telling me what to do, but me.
Letting the sun shine in.
Time to get out of my own way and own up to this whisper
of desire: finding a way to combine wheel throwing with hand built
sculpture. I used to hand build only
because I couldn’t throw. I learned to
throw and haven’t hand built much since.
Now, I see life wants me to do both.
Clouds again.
I do love my cat and dogs. And they do present challenges, especially
with the addition of Apple (see more about her here), a lively two-year old
terrier mix who doesn’t always mix well with Terra, my 11 year old tabby
cat. Overcoming the bumps does require
creativity on my part and flexibility on theirs. And every time I think I’ve figured out a way
for them all to eat their own food, in their own spaces, they figure a way
around it.
I moved Terra’s food to the desk out of Apple’s
reach. Terra fell several times trying
to get to her food. I moved her food
upstairs to my bathroom. Apple ran up
and ate it all. I put up a gate to keep
Apple away from Terra’s food. Terra
insisted on jumping the gate and re-injured herself. Now, I’m trying closing the door to the
bathroom to keep Apple out of Terra’s food, but did Terra like that? No.
And she decided to show her displeasure by vomiting in my closet. Yeah.
Sun breaks through anyway.
Even in this unpredictable weather, my tomatoes are red,
ripe and ready. My zucchini is getting
too big and, though my lettuce is done growing for the season, I harvested
enough to make salads for another few weeks.
I love being able to make a fresh green salad with my own home-grown
veggies. And to me there’s nothing
better than bright, ripe tomatoes sliced with salt, pepper and fresh basil
leaves. Yum.
Sun, clouds and rain mix.
I see now that I learned a lot this week. One: I might
have started out throwing a bowl, but I was really creating a new
sculpture. Two: Mistakes are not losing
your way but finding it instead. Three: You can take the cat upstairs, but you
can’t keep her there. Four: Barricades
are made to be broken through in more ways than you can imagine. And five:
Sculpting a life means living it all, rain, clouds, sun and eating tomatoes
warm from the garden sunshine.
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