We are leaving Maine tomorrow. Today will be a day on the lake, then grilling dinner. Relaxing.
Away from my studio, other creative outlets just have to pop up. It's how I function.
Looking at birds, writing and drawing... always observing.
What kind of stone is this (below)? Click on it for a bigger image! (You do know you can always click on any blog photo for a bigger image, right??) I know those are quartz inclusions, but what's the rusty colored stone? Seriously. I want to know. I fell in love with it on a hike two days ago and lugged it the rest of the way in my daypack. Fortunately we were already going back downhill after a savage uphill hike. I think it weighed six pounds.
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| Crazy Quartz Rock |
The quartz inclusion and crystals are testament to the turbulent, heated core of the earth. The heat of my electric kiln in the studio is much more serene and steady. I wish I had the capacity to fire my pots in a fluctuating, flickering, oxygen-sucking environment that makes randomly beautiful things happen, but "I got what I got."
So many textures and contrasts in birch and bush! Lines, curls, flaking, feathering, lights and darks, warms and cools. What an interesting visual world we live in.
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| Kayak Landing Spot |
A little notch in the bank of the lake serves as the spot we pull in our kayaks, one by one. A soft, sandy spot, it is easy on the feet and, once I got deep into microcosm-gazing, I found the picture extremely engaging. Such is the effect of quiet, lazy days of observing and writing. Brain gets very attuned to nuance. It's like looking into a crystalline glaze.
Back home, I should get some edge back next week, lose this particular focus, and gain some further insights in clay- such is life. See you then.
Once upon a time, you would have gotten Dad to shlep the rock down the mountain :)
ReplyDeleteMy office feels very sterile right now. The microcosms of the veneer on my desk, the hard carpet of my floor, and the unadorned ivory walls are not very interesting.
GilaB, when I saw the rock and exclaimed, "Ooh, this is beautiful," Dad's first words were, "I'm not carrying it." When I put it into my daypack he said, "All right, I'll carry it!" But 6 lbs is surely OK for a potter like YoMama, and I hiked it on out of there.
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