You can't go home again
Mar. 10th, 2015 11:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
offcntrWas biking back from Club Mud yesterday--first time I've tried, it's a 15 mile round-trip--and found myself in my old haunts. The bike path runs right past the University of Oregon North Site art studios: sculpture, painting and ceramics. So I had to stop in.
I hardly knew the place. The old kiln yard has been completely roofed over. The salt kiln is gone, the giant sculpture kiln we built where I fired my life-sized cow has been replaced with an even giant-er one, there's a car kiln and big oval electrics and… the old Denver updraft kiln that I used to fire most of my story tiles is still there. Still in use, they tell me. The metal shell is getting pretty worn, corroded around the peep holes, but I don't think the Forest Service-green paint job has changed since 1988.
I had a nice chat with Jessica, the adjunct faculty member about facility and staff then and now. Hard to believe that it'll be 30 years this September since I first arrived in Eugene, 27 since I got my MFA.
I hardly knew the place. The old kiln yard has been completely roofed over. The salt kiln is gone, the giant sculpture kiln we built where I fired my life-sized cow has been replaced with an even giant-er one, there's a car kiln and big oval electrics and… the old Denver updraft kiln that I used to fire most of my story tiles is still there. Still in use, they tell me. The metal shell is getting pretty worn, corroded around the peep holes, but I don't think the Forest Service-green paint job has changed since 1988.
I had a nice chat with Jessica, the adjunct faculty member about facility and staff then and now. Hard to believe that it'll be 30 years this September since I first arrived in Eugene, 27 since I got my MFA.