The end of a project, or at least the seeming end. One project down 3 more to go. After missing Wednesday class, due to an unfortunate dog accident, I was in a rush to complete my project. As I was placing my crystals in my basin a thought struck me, that this looks like a geode. So rather then leaving the basin bare I spent 4 hours making small crystals to line my basin with. Hours of small repetitive motions later, it was done. I then added my Crystal feet and started to feel good about my project. I am worried about how it will dry, if the legs will hold but there is not to do now but hope.
It is so good to be back working in clay. After getting back in the swing of things by getting dirty and making a 300lb load of clay. The first project I have planed is a little ambitious for an reentry project. But first I had to throw my five perfect cylinders, perfect maybe overstating it bit. They turned out to be a little squat but beautiful none the less. After that I got started on my “objects” for my projects. Pyramids. Pyramids. So far they are a simple shape, but soon they will be incorporated into a beautiful crystal garden, growing out of a crystal matrix. But I have a long way to go before that dream becomes real.
Leaking Gas and Flattened Tires
That is how my Weekend started.
The next thing that happened was the charge,
the pain of my pocketbook.
I had bought a new one.
Then I went to dinner and a show and all was well…
Till intermission and when clumsy hands dropped,
a lovely little phone to the rush of water in the sink.
Thus my weekend began, woe is me.
I Have been thinking about fonts lately
and only one thing stands out to me
the there are so dammed many
There is HELVETICA
and AMERICAN TYPEWRITER
And you get my drift
So I wonder what the purpose,
What is the reason or rhyme?
and why am I changing fonts all the time.
I wish I was a snake-oil salesman,
so I could laugh and sell you stuff I don’t really mean.
My smile as smooth as butter,
while the lies roll off my lips with out a stutter,
Oh that’s the life I really need.
I wish I owned a used car lot,
with shiny cars and faulty parts,
for that’s the feeling I would sell,
to my customers,friends, I would say,
so be a pal and by a car,
for that’s the life I really need.
I wish I was an actress on the big stage,
for skills like that must come in handy,
a perk that I would love to garner,
but pity it is no city, it is my life.
While both my have their dramas,
mine all end in trauma,
for that’s the life I’m leading,
not a role, not an act,
but a mask,that hides my true feelings.
It is a Sugary Addiction,
one I’m not too proud of.
But as a vice it sucks,
for sugars not a sin.
The looks I get puzzle me strange,
for the candy store is my dealer,
to my vice of choice, of course.
And boxes add up in number,
but the price is right,
for my little vice, spare change at most.
So I will eat and pray,
that vice goes away.
And no more candy cigarettes,
for my sugary addiction.
Merry Christmas to all.
I Hope your Haul was bountiful.
As You Holiday unfolds I will regale u with tales of mine.
As we shop for last-minute foodstuff.
We pass a Asian Market, I ask to stop and shop.
I get Freeze-dryed Squid and seaweed.
Let the Fun begin…..
Cousins and younger Sibs. Feasting on Squid.
Their Mother is horrified.
MY JOB HERE IS DONE.
Have a happy Holidays.