Loss Horizons

Whenever I leave home for an extended period of time, I come back to things that have died.

The Show Must Go On

I scoured through a mountain of mail after arriving home from my road trip, hoping for a letter of acceptance.

Words of Wisdom

The Virgin Mary, like many women, is injured and in need of repair.

The Fog of Confusion

When I’m shaken up, like a bottle of water with clay in it, I get cloudy.

Artopia

I envision a venue for creating, showing and selling artā€“a consortium of ceramic artists, painters, photographers, mixed media artists, and writers. In the front of the space, thereā€™s a gallery with hand-made functional ware (teapots, mugs, jars, bowls, etc.), jewelry, as well as fine art pieces like sculptures, paintings, photography, and mixed media. Ā Exhibitions would be juried and weā€™d host …

After the Dust Settles

7:38 am. I have no idea what Iā€™m doing awake at this ungodly hour.

Art and Soul

It was brought to my attention by a legitimate, salaried member of society that perhaps I shouldnā€™t be baring issues of a personal nature in a so-called ā€œprofessionalā€ websiteĀ and blog.

Elbow Grease

I havenā€™t been able to throw anything for 10 months, due to an elbow injury.

The Zen of Clay

I went through a period of freaking out about my progress in working with clay.