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ceramics - not a real job?

updated fri 5 sep 08

 

Karen Sullivan on thu 4 sep 08


My comment about the world of ceramics in
The context of fine art....is that in
School my classmates would talk about
Clay people as though they had bruised
Knuckles....the result of not having evolved
To an upright position (Neanderthal)...
It remains a bias throughout the art
World.
The image of having bruised knuckles
I like. Especially for how
Visual it is....and whenever I get blasted
With a comment against clay....I
Massage my knuckles and laugh.....
karen

Lee Love on thu 4 sep 08


On Thu, Sep 4, 2008 at 10:49 AM, Karen Sullivan wrote:

> The image of having bruised knuckles
> I like. Especially for how
> Visual it is....and whenever I get blasted
> With a comment against clay....I
> Massage my knuckles and laugh.....

They were right. Proud for the difference.

I had a dream back in 1990, that the Governor order all art
confiscated and destroyed. The police in charge work either black or
brown uniforms.

In the basement where the "dirty arts" were: ceramics, glass
welding, casting, we organized against the Governor. Mark Pharis led
a group that was hiding art in the underground tunnels of the UofMN.
The Brown Shirts had killed all the artists above ground. Saved
us to help them put the bodies in the Kilns to dispose of. They were
armed with submachine guns. The officer in charge said we would
cooperate, just like the rest. " Artists are weak." He laughed.

I looked at Curt Hoard, and motioned my head to the Brown Shirt
beside me, letting Curt know I was going to jump him, to give him a
chance to get the other armed guy beside him. I was seriously
studying Filipino martial arts at the time. I grabbed the submachine
gun with both hands and threw an overhead elbow into the guards jaw
and it shattered and he fell to the ground. All but the guy next to
Curt and a woman welder were in a bunch in front of me, so I emptied
the sub machine gun. Curt and the Welder took the lone guard out.

We put the bodies in the kiln. Half of us disappeared into the
tunnels with the art we had gathered. I went with Curt and the other
half to lead the Resistance up above.

You bet we don't think like stereotypical artists. ;^)

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