Badgerisland
@badgerisland
Potter, teacher, equestrian.
I tried to do Saturday’s Portland Pride events. I really did. But I n ended up buying myself a t-shirt from the Danner store instead, and getting a cider from the drinks bar inside of the famous “Powell’s City of Books”.
Class assignment I gave my students: bas-relief carved polychrome. These are two 12” clay plates I carved & painted. They need bisque firing and glazing, but I’m pretty sure happy with them.
First time I’ve processed “wild clay” myself. Literally just dug up, mixed, sieved, thrown and fired. I’ve made something from the local dirt! L-R: unfired, bisque-fired (1900*f) glaze fired w/o glaze 2232*f, and a perfectly nice glazed mug. How cool is that?!?
Today would have been Robin Williams’ 75th birthday. We were blessed to have him.
Another secret: I put fresh linens on the bed and all 8 pillows every third day. It’s like sleeping in a fancy hotel and I’m fucking worth it.
Here’s a secret: I love those old seedy magazines and the TERRIBLE advertising that looked like C someone from high school art class with a mimeograph machine has made them…
I used to write a long list of things I wanted to get done that day, & beat myself up for the things not done. Today, I’m going to end the day with a list of the things I DID accomplish & see how I feel about that, instead. Garden photos, & the before firing shots of pieces made with wild clay
Processing wild clay from a stream bed in the neighboring community. The color is caused by ochre (a type of iron oxide) in the clay body. It feels (and looks) like Gjetost cheese. I’ll test fire it at low fire, and then mid-fire temps if it does low fire well.
Teaching a lesson on the early 1900’s American potter, George Ohr. (Google him). These were some “inspired by Ohr” examples I did, pre-bisque firing.
Just me having a porch pottery sale, drinking iced tea, eating snacks, and enjoying my garden while waiting for customers. (Made $600, medium day)
How it looks now. But I will soon get pavering stones to have a natural style path winding through it
I’m 6’, and this Beebalm towers over me. I’m kinda proud. Last year, that was a 4” plant.
Weird to go to an estate sale that had some incidental pieces (mostly artwork) from a friend of 20 years who passed way last year. The pieces I liked were around $1k each. I placed bids on them. We’ll see.
I don’t smoke. I don’t drink. I don’t gamble or do drugs… so if I buy clearance rack plants… what’s the harm? I’ll stop as soon as my garden runs out of space…
My degree and post-grad is in ceramics/education. For 25 years I did something else for a living. This was me, finally getting back into clay.
Me, buying plants (I don’t “NEED”) at a nursery. Cashier: Are you part of the military? Me: I’m a TEACHER and sometimes that feels like a WARZONE. Cashier: Teachers are overworked, underpaid, and under appreciated. (Applies discount). Me: THANK YOU!
I attended a rehearsal wedding in a Catholic Church and didn’t burst into flames
I detest cardio for cardio’s sake, so I have decided to garden 4 hours/day for exercise. I haven’t lost any real poundage but I’m a lot more flexible, have more endurance, asks I’ve dropped a belt loop. I’m also embracing the mid-afternoon post-shower nap.
Yet another Porch Pottery Sale. Of course as I was packing up a nice neighborhood lady came by and chatted for an hour, slowing me way down, but oh well.
My catnip brings all the boys to my yard. Damn right, it’s better than yours.
It needs editing, but I’m proud of my garden. It’s about 9 months in.
Unloading the catenary arch wood/soda kiln at East Creek (Willamina,OR) today. The yellow globe just off center second shelf down is mine, and the square yellowish mug in silhouette right second from bottom . I had lots in this firing but didn’t snap many photos.