Key West Pottery

Today I feel like a—

Pottery monk, absorbing nonverbal lessons about self-mastery from a nonhuman teacher who prowls cat-like throughout my surroundings and pushes me into ostensibly unrelated situations that are ironically united in that they require the very same wordless discipline of taste and discernment that I have developed over years at the potters wheel…

like, I feel “prepared” or something.

It’s weird and cool.

Flicks from recently, have a magical Sunday

🐅AR

Classics never die.

Cobalt on Cream— washed out with the shiny glass finish.

It took me a long time to acquiesce to the timeless magnetic pull of this material combination.

Just seems too easy to make it feel boring and normal… like it’s dangerous in that way.

But with a little character play and a long afternoon with the underglaze, the materials all synergize and reveal the impromptu and slightly haphazard nature of the mark making. .. or the “brushy brushy quick hand” as I like to say.

Ive really grown to like it.

It’s like… a little street style in disguise.

Could fit right in at your Nana’s house, but when it draws you in… all the messy expressives are in there.

What do you think, fun to play in the cobalt and cream?

Or.. “stick to the color, Adam”?

Do tell..

🐅AR