Steve Irvine on tue 8 nov 05
Spent the better part of today delivering work to a shop in Waterloo. Heading south down highway
6 I had a couple of hours of rolling southern Ontario farm land passing by, and a dozen or so
small towns, all of them somewhat different, all of them somewhat the same. I shared the highway
with everything from 18 wheelers to Mennonite buggies. An oddly sunny, warm day for early
November.
Much as I enjoy working in the studio, it's good to get out once in awhile and forget about all the
technical stuff and just get lost in the moment of travelling the countryside.
While talking with the store owner, he seemed more like a kind of partner rather than just a
wholesale customer. To a certain degree our individual success depends on the success and
growth of each other. I'll visit his store again in the spring.
I got back home in the mid-afternoon and the shadows were already getting long, the sun low in
the sky. The season's cycle is winding down to winter, and I'm ready to start another cycle of work
in the studio.
Steve
http://www.steveirvine.com
Gary Navarre on thu 10 nov 05
On Tue, 8 Nov 2005 16:38:33 -0500, Steve Irvine
wrote:
>Spent the better part of today delivering work to a shop in Waterloo.
Heading south down highway
>6 I had a couple of hours of rolling southern Ontario farm land passing
by, and a dozen or so
>small towns, all of them somewhat different, all of them somewhat the
same. I shared the highway
>with everything from 18 wheelers to Mennonite buggies. An oddly sunny,
warm day for early
>November.
>
>Much as I enjoy working in the studio, it's good to get out once in awhile
and forget about all the
>technical stuff and just get lost in the moment of travelling the
countryside.
>
>While talking with the store owner, he seemed more like a kind of partner
rather than just a
>wholesale customer. To a certain degree our individual success depends on
the success and
>growth of each other. I'll visit his store again in the spring.
>
>I got back home in the mid-afternoon and the shadows were already getting
long, the sun low in
>the sky. The season's cycle is winding down to winter, and I'm ready to
start another cycle of work
>in the studio.
>
>Steve
>http://www.steveirvine.com
Strange, I had to do a road trip today only my mission had a somber note
even though I stopped into a potters shop in Marquett, that of Jean
Waggoner. The scenery compensated for having to attend the funeral of my
lady friend of three years Dianne Chaperone who finally succumbed to
cirrhosis at age 52. A talanted writer, she spent most of her life as a
nurse helping save the lives of others and yet couldn't accept the help she
needed when most in need herself. Forever loved, forever missed!
The Gales of November started up on Superior and on the drive home it
started snowing briefly. Winter is near and had I fired my wood kiln last
month now would be the time to gather more limbs off the trees and snip the
greens for Christmas wreaths and decorations. So what if I didn't get the
kiln done yet, it is still time to do this part of the product cycle. Some
of how it is done is at http://public.fotki.com/GindaUP/ca/gf/balsam/
Haven't planed on brushing for tonage this year but quality brush first.
Sold 200lbs. to a local greenhouse yesterday. It better be good if I make a
few dozen wreaths to sell for Christmas with the extra I cut for myself.
Maybe next year I'll have them some vases. Got to keep the cycle alive, it
fosters the next cycle. Wood up, decorations made, pots and other gifts
sold, time to snow in and make pots till spring. I might try to cut Red
Pine through the winter on good days in a stand the Norway DPW boss told me
about with snowshoes. I'm gonna need the outside work wether in studio or
more likely still part time at Wally World.
It is really begining to amaze me the wierd crap humans make and buy
at "Big Box-Mart". Ya know, Wal-Mart only has 10% of the retail market. The
other 90% sells pretty much the same crap only it costs a little more. Same
bulging eye half-faced bloody Halloween mask at Goodwill, K-Mart, ... But
now they do make cooler costumes for kids today. When I was a kid all we
had was burnt cork for a scraggly beard, a floppy old hat, stained
trousers, a thread bare flannel and we had a panhandler or bum. Took a shot
of a kid in a shoping cart with his mom dressed as a little green and
yellow Dragon. I entered it in Fotki's "Halloween" photo contest for fun.
This year I dressed as the same guy I was the day before only with a
different sweatshirt. I think Christmas is going to be fun for me this
year. I'm not use to being around so many people so often at one time ya
know. The wonder in the kids faces should be worth the ordeal.
Stayin in there!
G in da UP
Navarre Pottery
A doggerel on an old tombstone:
"Here lies a Hampshire Grenadier
Who caught his death
Drinking cold small beer.
A good soldier is ne'er forgot
Whether he dieth by musket
Or by pot."
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