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Last week I made over a dozen works in progress. This week I endeavor to finish as much of what I started as time allows. It is better to anticipate what I will need before I dive in, so I have surrounded the wheel with my unfinished stuff and added water bucket, needle tool, wire tool, trim tool, metal rib, wood knife and an Arnold Palmer made with herbal prickly pear iced tea. I have also centered about five pounds of clay to make chess-piece heads and other miscellany using Throwing Off the Hump technique. Please wish me luck and skill!

some of my drawings have been unearthed

from my primitive single-acrostic days

and fearless experimenting with colored markers

portraits of alfred stieglitz and jennifer hudson

musings and meanderings

done in a different lifetime

..

they distract

and i must get back to what i was doing

so I will put them aside

aside from this one

of my piano-playing

angelic

tongue-sticking-out friend

who has since found her soulmate

and changed her last name to his

My phone’s Camera has photoediting tools and among them is a nifty enhancer called Portrait Blur. It sharpens the focus on the focal point you choose and the further away from the focal point you get the more automatic blurring takes place.

This gave me an idea for an acrostic poem. Since the word Portrait has eight letters, and Blur has four, my acrostic could have four couplets, and the end-rhyme words would have their last letters be the B, L, U and R of Blur. The illustration would be a switcheroo, with the background in shap focus and the face, the Portrait part, all blurry.

Then my thoughts jumped to the notion of adding the word Self, creating a triple acrostic with Portrait in the middle and Self and Blur as bookends. I might then create a blurry self-portrait and have in the background a still Life with a few of my ceramic birds (I have made dozens) in sharp focus. This would yield the nice possibility of it becoming a psychological self-portrait, with the quirky birds as my alter egos.

So here we are in the blissful throes of creation, with a firm foundation for a work of art and a long way to go to reach fruition. One of the phrases I will tag this post with is “creative process.”

If you look at the attached photo you’ll see a placeholder drawing of cotton swabs, which I use to blend pencil marks for shading and will be handy for blurring as well, and a layout of the Self Portrait Blur acrostic with subject-to-change end rhyme words drab, lab, quail, derail,lieu, caribou, sector, and nectar. If I am a sufficiently nimble wordsmith the resulting poem will have a consistent meter and a theme related to “Self-Portrait Blur,” and when read out loud will not seam like an acrostic at all. My confidence that I will be able to do this is sky-high, because in the last eighteen years I have done it hundreds of times.

Menagerie

Making friends again with clay

Efferversced your mood today

Notwithstanding sky-so-gray–

Amplified that riff-strewn sound;

Gotten butterflies astound

Everyone with what you’ve found.

Raise a glass to absent friends.

Iridescent dusk descends

East to west where rainbow wends.

“The King Hath Received His Comeuppance,” 11″x6″x4″. Work in progress.
“Surviving Pawn,” 3″x2″x2″.
“Wizardly Bishop,” 3-1/2″x2″x2″.
“Somebody’s Queen,” 10″x4″x5″. Work in progress.

This morning brought a three-hour session of improvisational sculpting at PIP Coffee & Clay. I broke some new ground by doing the heads of the larger-scale chess king and queen using pinch-pot technique rather than wheel-throwing for their heads. It seems a more intimate, tactile way to do portraiture.

The Queen woke up as

I was adding a bulbous earring.

“You have changed me completely,” she scolded.

“I do not recognize myself.”

“Gone is my patrician nose

And my delightful androgyny

And the angular cut of my cheekbone.

Why?”

I shrugged.

“You are more You now.

You have defined eyes

And the innate regality of a survivor

And the hint of a smile

That sees you through the worst.

You are more real.”

She made me widen her eyes

And put a teardrop near the right lacrimal duct.

But of course when I did that

I had to do a dozen other things.

“You are making me more homely,” she complained.

“No. I am sculpting you, and you are sculpting me

Just as much. You are uniquely lovely

And your daughters will be lovelier still.”

This silenced her

And soon I was finished.

Monday I made these four mugs.

Tuesday I had an appointment with the urologist.

Wednesday I set about trimming the mugs.

Not all of the mugs survived trimming. I went too deep with one and cut through it. So I reconstituted the trim scraps and remade a fourth mug, a sort of big brother to the others.

I had enough reconstituted scrap to pull four handles, and one by one I affixed them to the mug bodies via the Slip&Score method.

This went well with the three smaller mugs, and I still had session time, so I carefully trimmed the still-soft larger mug and put the last, largest handle on it, completing the quartet.

The NCAA’s annual basketball tournament is colloquially known as March Madness. For one who strives to be One With Clay, March Mudness is a better fit. 🙂