Pit firing

I am currently taking a wonderful pit firing class and my friend Dreama sent me this gorgeous video :
Enjoy!

https://vimeo.com/150848038
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http://www.anasazipottery.net/index.html

Raku !

I've been obsessed with more pottery and in particular the fun around the fire with raku. Got my 1st Raku kiln via Craig's list and found some friendly folks to help fire it up !
Always wonderful to learn new things!

TIMBUKTU

If you haven't yet, please watch this movie: TIMBUKTU
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cs2dYAlbINY
Heartbreakingly sad and gorgeous. Even humorous and understated.

 

Slow Sex -excellent book

Currently I am reading a fabulous book by Diana Richardson also titled 'Slow Sex" -just like Nicole Daedons' book with the same title: http://www.powells.com/book/slow-sex-the-art-craft-of-the-female-orgasm-9780446567183/62-0
I do find this book has more depth and is less about a specific technique but I deeper change of misconceptions and patterns. Although Daedons' simple method is also very useful to connect sexually in a new way.
If you are looking for new thought in that arena I recommend you check it out.


http://www.powells.com/book/slow-sex-9781594773679/62-0

Latest Raku wares

Hope you enjoy these as much as I do !
Have a great weekend !

Raku Bandit

I remain obsessed with pottery. In particular Raku. Even enjoying the smokey , laborious task of the firing.

My Show ' Magic" opening on May 5th in Seattle !

Magicians come to us in two ways.

The kinds that are conjurers, who create an illusion with skilled tricks

And the kind that are teachers who let us understand real magic.

The kind of magic that is around us every day if we only open our senses to it.

The beauty of getting older for me, is that I've gotten more and more attuned to the latter kind of magic

I am exploring deeper every day and night into its mysteries.

WOODSIDE/BRASETH GALLERY  http://www.woodsidebrasethgallery.com/exhibits/anne-siems-magic  

RECEPTION 5:30-8:30pm

Tue-Sat: 11:00-6:00 / 1201 Western Avenue, Seattle, WA 98101 / 206.622.7243

Inspiration

Spend three short days with my wonderful friend Jill and her son Evander and my daughter on Whidbey Island. We always rent the same place. Both Jill and I love time on the beach or in the woods, lookign for rocks,  lichen, mushrooms, spending hours crouching low to the ground and using our macro lenses to take the "same" picture.
We also both don't mind eating our meals , literally squeezing our plates between whatever project we brought along to keep our hands busy. This year we are fully engrossed in working in clay.
 It's always blissful out there and always too short.

Mary Oliver and some new images

Mindful

Every day I see or hear something that more or less

kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle

in the haystack of light. It was what I was born for - to look, to listen,

to lose myself inside this soft world - to instruct myself over and over

in joy, and acclamation. Nor am I talking about the exceptional,

the fearful, the dreadful, the very extravagant - but of the ordinary, the common, the very drab,

the daily presentations. Oh, good scholar, I say to myself, how can you help

but grow wise with such teachings as these - the untrimmable light

of the world, the ocean's shine, the prayers that are made out of grass?

~ Mary Oliver ~

My work again on The jealous Curator

Thank you Jealous Curator !  http://www.thejealouscurator.com/blog/?s=anne+siems&x=9&y=13

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anne siems

Ah, the ghostly, strange, and beautiful large scale {most are 48″x36″} paintings of German born, Seattle based artist Anne Siems. I wrote about her way back in 2012. Her work was lovely then, but it has evolved so beautifully. Here are Anne’s words on that:

“My work has moved from semi-abstract, room-filling plant and insect drawings, to paintings of detailed botanical and anatomical imagery on waxed paper bags, to my current work of young women and children on wood panel. The thread here being my fascination and awe of life on this planet and the connectedness I feel to all, but find hard to describe in words. In the process of finding healing for chronic pain and fatigue (I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia eight years ago), I have deepened my interest in shamanism, ceremony and the deep nurturing that nature provides.”

Love.

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i’m jealous of anne siems

Ahh, the work of Seattle based, German-born, artist Anne Siems… so beautiful, so so strange. This is actually her work from a few years ago {here’s her more recent work}, but the closeups of these paintings on panel were just too amazing not to show. There is an entire world happening in each of these pieces… lovely lambs, tiny flowers, and a strange little man riding… um,  is that a dog?

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My young Lover

The other day I thought: My painting is my marriage and my pottery is my young lover...
On my new instagram account for my pottery #erdartkeramik I wrote: "Painter by day, Potter by dusk.
It is so invigorating to have a new passion.

Mary Oliver -can't get enough of her

Reckless Poem

Today again I am hardly myself.
It happens over and over.
It is heaven-sent.

It flows through me
like the blue wave.
Green leaves – you may believe this or not – 
have once or twice
emerged from the tips of my fingers

somewhere
deep in the woods,
in the reckless seizure of spring.

Though, of course, I also know that other song,
the sweet passion of one-ness.

Just yesterday I watched an ant crossing a path, through the
      tumbled pine needles she toiled.
And I thought: she will never live another life but this one.
And I thought: if she lives her life with all her strength
      is she not wonderful and wise?
And I continued this up the miraculous pyramid of everything
      until I came to myself.

And still, even in these northern woods, on these hills of sand,
I have flown from the other window of myself
to become white heron, blue whale,
      red fox, hedgehog.
Oh, sometimes already my body has felt like the body of a flower!
Sometimes already my heart is a red parrot, perched
      among strange, dark trees, flapping and screaming.

—Mary Oliver