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offcntrI feel I've been remiss in posting lately, but I have been so busy. In the studio, I 'm making pots for a Nov. 1 firing. Heavy on special order mugs in weird shapes: half-size grandchild mugs, over-size steins to celebrate a 50th anniversary, and a handful of Great-Harvest style mugs, no logo, just because one of my regular customers saw them on Instagram and liked the shape.
I did a bunch of cute round pots, teapots and honey jars. A dozen stegosaur banks, as I'm down to only the two in the van. A bunch of pasta bowls and bakers, and a parallelogram vase of a sort I haven't done in a decade. (I'll post a step-by-step on that one some time later this week. Promise.)
Oh, and eighty tall mugs. They're in the order for Childhood End's Gallery, they're still selling at Tsunami Books, and I sell six or eight a weekend at Saturday Market. Don't know why they're so popular, but it took me the better part of four days to throw and handle them all. Two dozen dinner plates, the last two-thirds of which I finished just before starting this post. And I've got a week to make painted mugs, stew mugs, soup and toddler and salad bowls, pie and dessert plates. And cat food dishes.
Guys, I'm so tired.
Also this last week was our monthly Book Arts Group meeting, so I was hurrying to finish my exchange book before Thursday. The theme this month was "cats," so I dusted off a little ditty I wrote in 2000, drew the illustrations, and put it all together into this little volume. Got the fabric cover at JoAnns, where I learned they have an entire section devoted to dog and cat novelty prints. Cool, huh? The title is "Schrödinger's Cat."
Schrödinger's Cat
Schrödinger's cat has got away
He won't be found in the lab today.
Tired of a life full of quantum hard knocks
He wants to try living outside of the box.
Wants to catch mouses, wants to scratch fleas
Wants to be free of that uncertainty.
Wants to pursue purely feline vocations
Unfettered by measures of speed or location.
Whilst all his electrons in energized state
Keep him prowling and yowling in search of a mate.
A compatible tabby he's hoping to meet
A female in entropy (expressed as heat).
Who'd spark a collision, the genuine article
Producing a shower of daughter particles.
Schrödinger's kittens, their owner bedevils
By climbing to all different energy levels.
While Schrödinger's cat, disregarding all quanta
Is off in the field to wherever he'd wanta
To mark his position with particle sprays
And be nowhere around when that atom decays.
©2000 Frank A. Gosar
I did a bunch of cute round pots, teapots and honey jars. A dozen stegosaur banks, as I'm down to only the two in the van. A bunch of pasta bowls and bakers, and a parallelogram vase of a sort I haven't done in a decade. (I'll post a step-by-step on that one some time later this week. Promise.)
Oh, and eighty tall mugs. They're in the order for Childhood End's Gallery, they're still selling at Tsunami Books, and I sell six or eight a weekend at Saturday Market. Don't know why they're so popular, but it took me the better part of four days to throw and handle them all. Two dozen dinner plates, the last two-thirds of which I finished just before starting this post. And I've got a week to make painted mugs, stew mugs, soup and toddler and salad bowls, pie and dessert plates. And cat food dishes.
Guys, I'm so tired.
Also this last week was our monthly Book Arts Group meeting, so I was hurrying to finish my exchange book before Thursday. The theme this month was "cats," so I dusted off a little ditty I wrote in 2000, drew the illustrations, and put it all together into this little volume. Got the fabric cover at JoAnns, where I learned they have an entire section devoted to dog and cat novelty prints. Cool, huh? The title is "Schrödinger's Cat."
Schrödinger's Cat
Schrödinger's cat has got away
He won't be found in the lab today.
Tired of a life full of quantum hard knocks
He wants to try living outside of the box.
Wants to catch mouses, wants to scratch fleas
Wants to be free of that uncertainty.
Wants to pursue purely feline vocations
Unfettered by measures of speed or location.
Whilst all his electrons in energized state
Keep him prowling and yowling in search of a mate.
A compatible tabby he's hoping to meet
A female in entropy (expressed as heat).
Who'd spark a collision, the genuine article
Producing a shower of daughter particles.
Schrödinger's kittens, their owner bedevils
By climbing to all different energy levels.
While Schrödinger's cat, disregarding all quanta
Is off in the field to wherever he'd wanta
To mark his position with particle sprays
And be nowhere around when that atom decays.
©2000 Frank A. Gosar