every year i like to travel to visit my sister and her family in Minn. boy how times flies. my niece and nephew are already 7 and 4 (respectively)! it was a short visit, but on one of our walks i thought up of an interesting idea...
i think of our society as very reactionary...quite explosively so really. with all the advancements in science and technology, people might have forgotten the tradition of patience. of course, as a ceramic artist, i feel that i can escape all the noise through my work. so this idea fits right in the middle...a good place for me:
i would set up a wall of clay; laid down like brick they would make a nice thick and heavy wall. dimensions of said clay-brick wall would be about 3'x3'x.5' i would shoot a shotgun at it, and in its very wet state, the clay would be able to catch the and record the path of the bb pellets (remember: shotgun shells are full of pellets and not a single bullet). one wall would catch one shot. fired slow i would be able to permanently record this ephemeral explosive behavior
i now where to get the clay...but can i just go grab a shotgun and start blasting?
So it's time of the year that my beg. ceramics students are introduced to the high fire glazes. we fire a reduction at cone 10. pretty typical. i'm trying to have our ceramics club (Slip!) raise some funds so that we can get a raku kiln. would love to just make it one or something, but rules and kids and school...no biggie.
life has been good for me. playing around in clay and slowly creating a body of work. i'm revisiting some of the stuff i did back at HongIk. mixing wheel thrown work with some hand-built stuff.
ah...my DBA went through and thus the beginning of Fine Line Arts. This summer I will be running a creative arts series of workshops (digital photography, portfolio preparation, culinary arts, and ceramics) held throughout the month of july. it's going to be the first time i run a business. let's see how i do this...should be fun.
anyways, it's an easy one. I just test them on various stations and equipments around the room. I always get a kick out of some of the wrong answers. this years goes to the improper identification of the Slab-Roller: The Iron Wheel
on another note: recently the thought of the desire to gain notoriety (of any sort) in the field of ceramics has crept into my brain. i always thought that if i could just scoot through life lucky enough to handle and work with clay i would be set. but it seems that, in my life, touching clay may be a given and that perhaps i should raise the bar a bit higher. i spend so much of my time thinking about my classroom and my students, perhaps it's time to spend a bit more time on my work? would i have to sacrifice one for the other? and eventually would that mean that teaching would have become just another stepping stone...