Willamette Valley Folk Festival (1993!)


Things always happen serendipitously around here.  I was just telling running partners about my glory days in college performing in a “band” (well, it was kind of a band…).  My band mates were a sweet hippy drummer boy and a very talented and still-working artist Dawn Dineen.  We entered the Willamette Valley Folk Festival in 1992.  I think we got second prize in a song writing contest.  The following year, I was asked to sing back up for another woman who was sort of in Dawn’s social group.  She entered her song, and she (or we I guess) took first!  I really enjoyed working with her—she was very focused and our voices sounded really tight together.  It’s not often that I find people who I blend with as well as my own flesh and blood, but her voice is definitely of that ilk.  She contacted me this week, not even a whole week after I was relating this tale in the wee small hours of the morning (while huffing up a massive hill).  Joelle sent along this audio, which I will post for your listening pleasure here.  Prepare to take yourself back to the 90s—

Johnny Will You Wait is Joelle’s song (and she is playing guitar on it as well).  Mystic Suitcase is something that Dawn and I played around with but never performed.  This recording is Joelle and my interpretation of that song:

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Bas-Relief Carving Class with Maria Simon


A couple weekends ago I took a bas-relief clay carving class with artist Maria Simon. I had watched her work for a few years, always finding her at the Ceramic Showcase and checking out what new things she had come up with.  Her work is simple, elegant, and organic, full of movement and sensuality.  Each piece is carved from a slab of semi-dried (“leather hard”) clay.  She then fires it and “glazes” with a technique called Terra Sigllata.  It is a clay slip that achieves mellow, earthy tones rather than the shininess of mainline commercial glazes.  She then has her work mounted on black wood backgrounds and framed.  Sometimes the background is cut around her piece, (it looks arduous to me), which makes it appear to be moving toward the viewer.  In short, this is work for the wall that is jumping off the wall.

Her work is so gorgeous.  I find myself standing in front of it, wanting to dance, wanting to touch it, breathless with admiration for her skill and vision.So I took a class from her.

I had considered taking a class for a couple years, but the timing never quite worked.  Finally I saw a weekend course that would fit my schedule, convinced Brad to work from home Friday to cover my responsibilities with the kids, and signed up.

 

This was a really fantastic opportunity for me.  I keep doing my own art work, and I enjoy what I am messing around with, but I have few opportunities to really explore more advanced techniques.  My work continues to be pretty unfocused, and I accept that as a necessary part of where I am as an artist and mother.  It is okay.  All the same, it is such a joy to get away from my duties at home, to get to hang out with other artists and geek out about tools, and to get to stick with a piece for a chunk of time.

The technique that she led us through was pretty cool.  First we found objects that were interesting to us.  Here was mine:

Then we were encouraged to photograph and look deeply at our image.  She had us use digital cameras and then zoom WAY in to just a little piece that we would try to capture in clay.

Then the slabs came out and we roughed out our work.

Brad was asking about the consistency of this slab and as I was grasping for words, he supplied, “like really cold butter?”.  That is a perfect description.  It is easy to carve leather hard clay, but it also has an integrity to it, so you can use both traditional clay tools and tools more commonly used for stone and wood carving.

I wanted to capture the structure of this rhubarb stalk, but keep away from getting too tree-like.  I love tree images, but I tend to go back to that image a lot, so I wanted to focus on more of the ruffliness that made this look like a leaf rather than a large tree branch.

The process involved both carving down and building up.  Maria encouraged us to look closely and keep our images from getting flattened out, so I needed to build up as I went, which was interesting to me as it felt so different from the carving that I had done before in stone.  This was forgiving!  Did you take off too much?  Doesn’t matter!  Put it back!

Eventually I reached a place where I had to get rid of my image and start working with the spirit of the object.  It felt silly to be so nit-picky with where the leaf ruffled, where veins ran across, etc, so I tossed the rhubarb in the compost and just started looking at my carving.

It was so wonderful seeing how Maria worked with her tools.  She truly had both amazing sight and intelligent touch.  I found myself shocked at how she could make small adjustments to my work that were JUST PERFECT.  In that, I mean that she would point out somewhere that needed a slant, a line that needed to suggest where it started, a raised point or a terminating point, and those little touches made that tiny place on my work RIGHT.

This class was tiring because it was three 8 hour days of standing on concrete and carving, but it was just what I needed, and Maria was a very kind, gifted teacher.  It is such a joy to get to do art along with other people who are eager to learn and have interesting things to say about their process.  It was so nice to make something, rather than just do things that need to be redone tomorrow (i.e, dishes, sweeping, diapers, cooking, and laundry).

I came out with two decent carvings and one piece of crap.  I kept the piece of crap to practice glaze techniques in the future.  My better work will be dried over the next week or so, then fired, and you can check it out at my house in its finished form (I didn’t seem to remember to photograph anything actually finished!).  Here is my second project half way through and upside down because I needed to turn it a lot to get inside each petal.  Yay carving clay!



Stage Mother


On the stairs before leaving for the big show

I have fond (if fuzzy) memories of being in every talent show that ever happened in town.  Mom was quite the mover and shaker and moved and shook most of these shows into being in the first place.  They were classy acts, complete with big chorus numbers to finish out.  I don’t know what to say—there wasn’t a lot to do in Willamina, so when we did things, we tried to do them well.

My sisters and I (pre-Anne!) usually dressed up completely adorably and sang some show tune or other.  I remember “Lullaby of Broadway”, “How Ya Gonna Keep ‘Em Down on the Farm”, some song about clowns (but not that “Send in the Clowns” one!), “In the Mood”, and “One” from chorus line.  Did we practice a lot?  Did we love it?  I just can’t remember, but I have vague memories of it being sort of fun and maybe even good for us.

Last month Brad and the kids and I saw “How I Became a Pirate” at Oregon Children’s Theater.  Our neighbor is the artistic director there and gives us free tickets.  It was so funny!  Absolutely brilliant show—even for adults!  Anyway, a major part of the show was about how to sing sea chanteys.  My kids being who they are, quickly asked if I knew any.  I KNOW that I know lots of sea chanteys, but all I could think of at the time was “What shall we do with the drunken sailor”.  It seemed like a lame one, but this song completely charmed and enchanted the kids who started singing it everywhere.  When Francis heard that there was to be a talent show coming up, we decided that we needed to debut our act.

So we started getting ready by singing it in the living room every morning.  Oh but practice is miserable for the under 7 set.  Francis has energy and focus for it, but Zephyr could only do the song once a day before collapsing in a pile of complaints.  ”I’m tired!”  ”I already know it!”  ”I can’t sing it again!”  ”My voice hurts!”.  Inez of course was a wild card from beginning to end.

Even pirates get exhausted

All the same, we did it—-not a whole lot better nor worse for all our practice.  See the end product here:

What SHALL we do with the Drunken Sailor?



Show Me the Ceramics


This is coming up:

I love it.  I am a dork about it.  I can’t get enough of it.

I remember just a couple years ago I went down there by myself.  It was my first real outing alone without THE BABY, which must have been Inez.  I was sort of dazed and tired and yet totally elated to be free of her for a couple hours while I dreamed of what I could be making.

This is a pretty fabulous show.  And if clay doesn’t do it for you, the bead people, the glass folks, the wood workers PLUS the weavers are all doing their exhibitions at the SAME TIME!  Holy crap!

If you are in Portland, check it out.

Oregon Convention Center – Portland OR
On the Max Light Rail Line

– Free event admission –

Opens 10-9 Friday & Saturday
10-5 on Sunday



Making Things


It is the most wonderful(est) time of the year.  I am reading Junie B. Jones to Zephyr these days and she would definitely say “wonderfulest”, so I will too.

I really do love Christmas.  But more than just loving Christmas, I love the lead up to Christmas because it is at these times when I get to make stuff with the purpose and focus that I normally lack.  Christmas projects give me reason to get organized.  It is at these times when I finally treat my hobbies like a job, and when I arrive at that place, I start to make things that please ME.  I like that.

These last few weeks have been a whirlwind of teaching.  I’ve done 4 classes of ceramics at Beach School, 1 class in my studio, and continued with the weekly sewing class for Portland Public Schools after school programs.  Packed between this work I am making projects of my own.  Clay and fabric are strewn everywhere.  That is a terrible mix, but there you go.

Teaching continues to inspire and challenge me.  It’s hard!  After another week with preschoolers, I am even more in awe of preschool teachers.  I am even more skeptical about homeschooling.  It is NOT something that just anyone can do.  It is a crazy, complex, hard job that requires every tool in the book.  I couldn’t do it, but I sure am glad that Zephyr’s teacher can!  Wow.

My work area in the basement has been subsumed by clay projects from Beach.  I’ve been running the kiln almost nonstop since last Monday, trying to force 33 heavy faces through in order to get them back to glaze.  It is tricky work.  Try to fire too quickly and things blow up, fire too slowly and I would never make it through the workload in time.  Luckily Brad had a few social events that brought him home late a couple nights this last week.  He was able to flip my switches to “High” in the wee hours of the morning, and that’s not a sexy euphemism.

No sooner than the kiln cooled, the faces were back for their glazed firing.  Before the final firing, I always cover the kids’ work with a clear coat of glaze.  It looks shiny and awesome when finished but sort of weird when first applied.  The clear coat is colored a funky green, (I think so that you can tell that you put on the clear coat), and children don’t seem to understand that their work will not turn out green, so I do this step on my own back at my studio in order to not upset anyone.  I got some help this time around.

Inez is certainly my most determined (read “stubborn”) child, but she is also the best worker of the bunch.  As the clear coat doesn’t show much, a 2 year old really can help out putting it on.  She was able to do 5 or 6 of these with me occasionally reaching in to smooth out her work (which she HATED).

As we were working, the “chicks” looked in to see what we were up to.  The chickens will often come up to the back window and peck the sill to get my attention.  Okay, maybe it is to see if I will feed them, but I like their visits anyway.



I am a Super Fun Mother


Actually I don’t always feel that way and neither do my kids, but today it is all stars for me.  We are taking off on our annual trip to Ashland to “get culture”, and I figured that as I hate driving anyway, how about taking the train the first leg to Eugene and letting Brad schlep his way down the freeway in the car tomorrow after work?  Viola!  Kids are beside themselves with happiness.  Now all I have to do is get ready for a big trip a day earlier, but hey— I also get to get out of here a day earlier!  And I figure this might be a bit like wedding planning—-if you give yourselves 2 years for planning, you are seriously going to RUIN that 2 years.  Better to get it all over with.

So off we go to Ashland via Amtrak Cascades.  We’re pulling into Eugene and my sister’s house at about 9 pm tonight.  If I am really organized, the kids will have a nutritious picnic dinner on the train.  If I am not, $6 corndogs in the dining car everyone!  Either way, I am about breaking my arm patting myself on the back.

Have a great week!  I’ll be back next Monday or so with all new tales to tell (and a wrap up on Japan—-sorry!).



In Portland on Saturday?


Those of you who know me well know what an amazing addition the St Andrew Gospel Choir has been to my life.  It is rare that something you have to do regularly (like a meeting) can so thoroughly nurture the soul.  Once having kids, I sort of shunned these more regular events, but gospel choir has been nothing but good to me.  Sometimes I go to practice feeling sort of downtrodden and tired, but it never takes long before I am smiling and belting out the tunes.  The whole thing is truly cathartic.  I love it.

We’re doing a concert on Saturday.  It is a sort of rare thing, so if you can at all make it, please do!

Gospel concert flyer half page



CATS!


Reeeeeeoooow!  We went to CATS! this week as part of Sonja’s 7th Birthday celebration.  She has been obsessed with this musical lately, so when I saw the e-mail offering cheapo tickets at the last minute, I pounced on it and bought tickets for her family, ours and my parents.  (Inez went to bed at the neighbor’s house).  This was Zephyr’s first foray into the world of high art.  Although he has been to multiple children’s theater productions, those have always happened in the middle of the day.  This was his first show in the “middle of the night”, or more commonly known as 7:30pm.  He made it like a champ.  The rest of us did too, although I was lagging a bit as we rode the train home at nearly 11pm.  That is late for me!

It pains me to admit it, but CATS! was, well, sort of stupid.  The gist of this musical is that a bunch of cats get together one night a year and sing and dance about each other…. it doesn’t make a lot of sense really.  There are just a ton of them on stage and then they take turns skittering away between songs as though they are afraid, and then reappearing to belt out a big chorus number.  Mom pointed out that these songs are all based on the poetry by T.S. Elliot, which is cool I guess, but still makes for not a whole lotta plot.  Maybe someone should do a musical Illiad and I can get behind that?  ”Beowulf, the Musical!”.

Forgive me… I am about to say something mean.  CATS! is totally something a dancer would come up with.  Like lycra, neon jumpsuits, leg warmers, and synthesizer music, CATS has all the markings of what dancers seem to like… things that are cheesy.

Most importantly though, the kids LOVED IT.  Although it completely lacked anything that made much sense, the kids thought it was totally awesome, which was pretty neat.  And now, I have seen CATS! which I guess is awesome too.