mel jacobson on tue 8 may 01
an interesting thread. how work changes as location changes.
i am setting up my wheel here at the farm, and already it seems
strange and unsettling. i have switched to a brent model C, from
my old skutt dc-1. i throw in the garage, with the big door open
to the outside. it is really a different place.
i am always amazed at how the work changes. bob comes along
and talks about pots, shapes, things he wants me to do for him...
i have to walk to the barn to get at the pug mill. the clay will be
different.
(we use hodge podge left overs from `hay creek`.
light is different....and of course the kilns are all different...salt,
wood fired,
small stoneware, raku, primitive or, just build what you want.
glaze buckets have been left from last years `hay creek`, and god only
knows what is in them. (one of dannon's `wally's pink`.)
it also amazes me how the work changes as i travel. i can picture my whe=
el
location at vince's place in tennessee, what it was like working in lori'=
s
studio
in pauly's island, south carolina. and of course about 20 other places i=
n
the world where i have made pots....mr. uchida's studio on japan....all
different
places, different pots. think of sitting out on a long pier on the persi=
an
gulf...
the wheel plugged in and clay in plastic bags...water on three sides, blu=
e
green....the desert behind. those were different pots. if you made a se=
t of
mugs...the first one was ready for a handle as you threw the eighth one. =
it
would be like throwing pots at joyce's place on the mojave....getting dry
pots is not a problem....or going to oregon and working in nils' studio..=
=2E
10 foggy days in a row....not a mug ready for handles in 10 days.
so, we all make pots in a different place, different climate, different
clay...
different kiln. but, how often do we expect our shino to look just like
`davis
number 12`? and we do not have his water.
well, just a thought in the a.m. i should be sleeping...worked hard
yesterday.
the engebretson building is only a memory today. it is gone, kaput...a p=
ile
of old lumber....100 bats sleeping in trees tonight....mice on the run. =
a
skunk
wondering `what the hell happened to home?` a 1923 newspaper in my
archive book, along with a 1953 minnesota license plate...(my high school
graduation year.) now, how did that get into the engebretson place?
the newspaper has a full page ad for `a great stock opportunity` in a
religious group that makes and sells `bibles`....ground floor finance...
get your money to us today. september 14, 1923. (i am not sending
my money to them.)
mel
=66rom the farm in wisconsin
http://www.pclink.com/melpots
Marta M. Gloviczki on wed 9 may 01
mel wrote:
"...how work changes as location changes..."
yes! yesterday our huge apple tree in our backyard decided that spring is
here. it is full of blossoms, absolutly beautiful, smells sooo sweet.
i couldn`t stay in my studio, i wanted to be outside. i remembered reading
in the article on marie gibbons, that she works outside, so i moved all my
stuff to our patio table and i worked the whole day, handbuilding under the
apple tree-----
surely, it felt great.... checking the work this morning, i dont know...
the pieces are different for sure!
ok, i am out there again today and hope the bees are not going to sting me!
cheers, marta
marta gloviczki
http://www.mypots.com/Marta.htm
http://www.silverhawk.com/crafts/gloviczki/welcome.html
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