Clive literally slid the jeep down Holly Street to the state park road, and it won't be coming back up again until the temperature finally gets above freezing for a little while. Everything from the park road down to the valley is fine.
In the spirit of the New Year, I loaded up everything from my studio that just isn't there yet to put into a soda firing. I'll fire pots repeatedly in different atmospheres until they either work or fall apart. After all, if it isn't working, then I have nothing to lose but an ugly piece of fired clay.
I had a lot of help loading pots and throwing snowballs.
View below from the Old Jerome High School Artists' Studios (where I have a studio) past one of Robin Anderson's sculptures and towards the former mining metropolis, then ghost town, now former ghost town of Jerome, Arizona, on Cleopatra Hill.
And disgruntled pots awaiting satisfaction in the soda kiln.
The top of the soda kiln, which has the highly unusual condition down in the valley in Clarkdale, Arizona, of a sprinkling of snow.
Beautiful photos and invigorating update on your currently 'satisfying' endeavors with/in the soda kiln. I hope to stop by the Pates studio soon to admire your latest progressions/expressions in clay ... they remind me so much of the earthen landscapes Clive and I love to paint!
ReplyDeleteI'm guessing G throws a pretty good snowball...
Will Tapia
Be sure and tell Clive that there's gold in them thar hills (agates included), but its apparent that the 'gold' he sees in you applies to your work as well...
ReplyDeleteWill
And them thar hills are in my pots!
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