thoughts and images of clay, pottery and wood firing as part of life at Bog Pond Pottery, here in the western mountains of Maine... to see more pieces click "older posts" at bottom and continue...
Monday, February 29, 2016
Sunday, February 28, 2016
Saturday, February 27, 2016
Coral Stick
10.5in.H x 48in.W x 6in.D
$3,500
this is a wonderful piece, but is difficult to photograph because of it's length...... I kept a small coral stick, found on the beach, in the studio for 2 years wondering how I might keep it stabile standing up... got nowhere...
just brain locked...then one day a friend asked if I had ever thought of it this way... I made 2 over the next few weeks... this one and a thinner, skinnier one, now owned by old friends
Albert and Tina LeCoff of the Wood Turning Center in Philadelphia... both pieces have remained a favorite of the last number of years of wood firing and they both have attracted maximum attention when they are shown...
thanks A & T... your support has been fantastic...
Friday, February 26, 2016
Monday, February 15, 2016
Frost
the cold of winter brings many changes with it's arrival...
the obviousness of iced cheeks, tightened skin and a shivering body
when returning from the wood rack late in the evening, among others, but
my favorite is always the windows... when it drops well below zero...
I live in an old house built sometime in the 1850's or earlier
it has new windows, yet when below zero they become
moisture canvases of shapes and dimension...
most probably due to the pans of water atop the wood stoves...
beautiful on all counts and in a multitude of ways, each unique and surprising
last night ... my kitchen window...
I was so fascinated by the frost patterns, I didn't notice the slivered moon behind!
the obviousness of iced cheeks, tightened skin and a shivering body
when returning from the wood rack late in the evening, among others, but
my favorite is always the windows... when it drops well below zero...
I live in an old house built sometime in the 1850's or earlier
it has new windows, yet when below zero they become
moisture canvases of shapes and dimension...
most probably due to the pans of water atop the wood stoves...
beautiful on all counts and in a multitude of ways, each unique and surprising
last night ... my kitchen window...
I was so fascinated by the frost patterns, I didn't notice the slivered moon behind!
Saturday, February 13, 2016
Friday, February 12, 2016
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