58 Cedar Ave

 

Old things

early

forgotten

the backyard

befriending the tree

and fence corner

the garbage man

and the beach

shells

stones

hermit crabs

minnows trapped in a coffee can

the water

giving and taking away

the sun

a moment

resting on the horizon

falling

sinking

beneath the water

without me

despite me

leaving me

alone

Green?

     In an effort to simplify form and focus on preserving the sharpness of my marks in clay I began making vase forms. I recently glazed and fired a few of my less successful forms in the soda kiln. They were deemed less successful because they flare out at the bottom and I'm currently interested in more obviously rectilinear forms. The large vase pictured here was glazed with what comes out of the wood kiln as a white crawling, peeling shino, however, it morphed into a deep green, almost oribe glaze in the soda. I generally dislike shiny pots but the unexpected results are intriguing.