New Flickr Accounts

Not that this is very interesting to you but I am going to start some new flickr accounts. I have decided to create separate accounts for different subject matter.  I haven’t loaded many pics yet but I hope to load some old photos and new ones. I was surprised to see how many images I have on my hard drives and backed up or stored on CD’s and DVD’s. Here is one of the new flickr accounts.

swallows twitter in the skies

“Where are the songs of the spring? Ay, Where are they?”

The coffee mug project has been more work than I anticipated. It is a little to hot in my apartment right now. Thankfully I have a breeze coming in right now. Scarf season is approaching and I would like to post some pics for you. I have been looking at this scarf and other products by this company for my coffee mug.

now for some pics I took this evening.

I keep on running in to deer when I don’t have a camera or there is not enough light. I should post the pic of the deer eyeballs I shot this evening. There is a faint outline of the body with glowing eyeballs. Thursday I walked past a Doe leading three fawns across the river.

To Autumn by John Keats

And learn, too late

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

– Dylan Thomas 1951
 I thought of this poem after hearing from my Aunt that my Nana has been diagnosed with cancer. It seems that there is little chance of survival and she has decided to not undergo treatment. It feels overwhelming right now and hard to believe it’s happening. I decided to typeset and print the poem to hang on my wall.

I have a letter I can’t send

I have been sick lately and have fallen behind on my blog. As I have mentioned earlier I have just moved. Unfortunately I still have many unpacked boxes crammed in my closet. Hidden in one of those boxes is the Linda Christensen mug. I purchased when she visited Sheridan to do a two day work
shop in my second year as a student there. I have been thinking about coffee mugs lately. I would like to design a mug in response to Garth Clark’s death of craft lecture. I have been wanting to write a post since I started blogging. I want to respond with a bit of humour and humility. Anyway speaking of humility here is some more work by Linda. She and her work are perfect examples of grace and humility. Two words that I think when looking at her work and drinking from her mug.

Linda discussed making coffee mugs with us and how many potters spend their time making tea bowls. Though she admired the work of those potters she felt it was more appropriate for her to make coffee mugs. Many North Americans do not appreciate or understand the tea bowl and the tea ceremony. And why would many? It is an obscure cultural practice for many but the morning coffee is a “ritual” most North Americans participate in. I will discuss this in detail tomorrow.

She has some work at the Red Lodge Clay Center

Here is her Artist statement from the website.

Linda Christianson
Lindstrom, Minnesota

Artist’s Statement
A pot that captures my attention over time is not unlike a favorite book, revealing new layers of meaning each reading. The physical use of that pot is an added bonus. To hear the dull clunk of a spoon on a cracked but still serviceable favorite bowl is a delicate pleasure beyond words.

The exterior of an unglazed baking dish develops a rich warm patina through years of being hauled in and out of ovens. Perhaps these are some of the best attributes of contemporary pots that can only be revealed through daily use.

Diagnosis by the Weakerthans

A welcome change

Here are some photos I would like to post for you. Some may find them offensive. I’m looking forward to the change of season and location. I finally moved out of Oakville and am starting to get settled into my new location. I will be posting more images in the coming weeks. I have a lot of organizing left and have not had time to sit down and write a thoughtful blog post so you will have to wait till I’m settled in a bit more.
Oh! and tiles more tile posts. I was pleased to see a deer today I was so surprised I didn’t notice the doe and by the time I realized it was there I had scared them off.