Posted by on Oct 15, 2009 in Blog | Comments Off on Caroline and Grace are Born and Another on the Way



Bodyguard stayed in the kiln for three days, soaking up the heat and releasing any vestiges of moisture.  That was probably way more than necessary, but I wasn’t going to take any chances.  As she was nearing completion and still drying and getting underglazed in the studio, I started two other pieces, but intentionally did not progress very far, since I need to concentrate on one piece at a time.

These pieces start out as a ring  and are built up using coils or narrow slabs.

Then I build up from there.


Caroline and Grace.  See?  You can tell where this is going, right?


This will be a middle aged woman cuddling her dog.

The third piece in this body of work will be an older man and his small dog.  It was inspired by a photo I found on Bill Owen’s blog.  Check it out–you’ll be glad you did.
I love his sense of humor and his beautiful photos!  Bill is clearly an animal lover; that means he’s good people.
Here is the photo, in a post entitled The Old Man (and Old Dog) and the Sea, dated Sept. 6, 2007.  It really speaks to me.  Two old friends, very comfortable with each other–so quiet and peaceful.  We have a lot of dogs and most are around 50 pounds and up.  No peace and quiet here!
There is a little work to be done from the ring to the finished product…..which I plan to name Max and Gizmo.
At this stage, Max and Gizmo look like a tank top.  
The tops of his shoulders are going to have to firm up before I can continue.  
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I often bring a real dog to the studio.  Usually it’s Toby.  He’s got plenty of toys there, but I still have to keep an eye on him, as he likes to eat clay that falls on the floor.
Typically, he spends the first part of his stay playing with his toys, then looking out the door for squirrels and other visitors.

One of our many avian visitors, photographed through the front door. Last year it was a flock of guinea fowl.  This year it was this rooster.  Why they would hang out in a yard with barking dogs (albeit fenced in) is a mystery to me.

After a while, Toby’s ready to call it a day.  He’s not terribly concerned about my deadlines.


Mom, are you almost done?  I’m bored.  Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored.