cones etc

 

took these puppies out of a cone 6 kiln the other day:

(11/30/2010)

I'll use them next semester or so for a stop motion I've been planning...

"Free-loaders"

Pictures for Current ceramics project; process images further below.

 Loader on the yard.

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 Prentice Loader, cutting down some woods, loading the logs on the truck

Same roll

 If this is a kiln, I don't know where, but from a roll near the others

Old camera - printed - reproduced - printed in a newspaper - reproduced and printed from 35mm film - digital image taken and posted online. That's my thumb. I love this. This is my mom in me.

In the cab

That's a Bohannon next to the cab. 

 

 Bohannon at the cab again.

 Bohannon forming image of family face

a nose that isn't true

 

I never knew my father to have the soft white skin he has in baby pictures.

 

(My) Dad

Dark-skinned from the sun, red neck because the blue collar didn't cover it all.  Moustache, butterfly kisses. But this here isn't you:  (I'm remaking some memories in clay, it's your brothers, okay?). I hope you don't mind, though it's easy enough to never let you see.  I don't show you much and you still manage to love me.

*Apparently I just want to be so honest that I make you feel embarrassed for me :) 

(gladly.)

Ceramics: encircle, encircle ii

 

 Encircle (height view)

 Encircle, acrylic on clay and printer paper

 Encircle ii

Encircle ii, wet stoneware clay, found (shattered) auto glass

Ceramics: systemize, flow

 

it was night when I pulled them out

hours had past since I threw them in to the creek

The tide had gone out and gone out and now it was 

coming back in.  The moon brought it back in.

 

 They were just jumpers on the bridge.

long white Length of string

Mandala-like surrounds clay

water below Us.

So this was an experimental sketch for class, non-traditional ways to use clay.  To clarify, balls of clay were wrapped in squares of muslin, tied with long cord and thrown into the creek as the tide was going out.  

When I came back at midnight to pull them out, the moon hadn't risen over the pines outlining the Eastern edge of the marsh.  So it was dark. It was so creepy.  And heavy... 

I half skipped back down the gravel road back to my parents' house.  Tip-toed down into the basement and rigged the dripping mass as quickly as I could - my first chance to see what I had been carrying so close to my body on the trip back home from the water.