Questions about Song and Branch's business practices, habits etc. The subject and thrust of questions have been changed to protect the innocent. Do note that not all of these questions were asked on etsy, as it appears that the Fremont Market is a hotbed of curious people.
Q. Why is the cute adorable standing fawn more expensive than the cute adorable sleeping fawn? They look just as detailed.
A. As cute adorable fawns go, the sleeping ones have less potential energy than the standing ones, that is, I can make 4 sleeping fawns and know I will have 4 when I unload the kiln, and make 4 standing ones and end up with 3. Porcelain droops and causes legs to warp, also just the weight of clear glaze when I dip a standing piece is capable of breaking off a leg if I hold it too tightly. I love the standing figures though, so it is worth a little bloodshed in the glaze firing to bring them to you and for $2 - 4 more I think that's a bargain!
Q. Why can't I have my bowl in a week?
A. Because my big kiln holds about 200-300 pieces and is most efficient when full, this means to finish your piece I must make, fire to bisque, glaze, fire to completion all 200 pieces along with your own piece. If all goes well, a cycle takes me about 2 weeks, but more often it is 3 weeks.
Q. I wanted some miniature birds and I saw some on your site for $10 a pair. I want a pair of rose breasted grosbeaks and you quoted me $20. WHY?
A. I make fast-selling birds like bluebirds and cardinals in lots of 20, which means I can more or less economize the speed. Unfortunately, I will probably have to make 4-5 of them to get two that you will like, thus, a commission costs a bit more.
Q. Can you make me a Hello Kitty?
A. No. I do not make copyrighted characters.
Q. Can you paint a dog wearing a Star Trek uniform in a pinchpot for me?
A. Yes, I am fine with humor or parody that is not a direct rip off of a copyrighted item, since artists are allowed to do that without being sued in most cases (though I would be very leery of any Disney character - their legal team is something else).
Q. Will you giftwrap my item and add a note for my loved one?
A. If you are fine with tissue paper and ribbon in pastel colors, I can do that free of charge. I don't do sharp corners though, or pretty paper or anything since I am a bit of a slob and it's frankly embarrassing. The note to your loved one will be on the back of a hand-drawn ACEO card with appropriate subject matter.
Q. Can I have that rock in your photograph?
A. No. I love that rock or I would not photograph it so much. It is Jurassic limestone from the south of England containing hundreds of tiny ammonite fossils. I absolutely love it. My sister found it on the beach at the town of Beer (yes it is a real town) and gave it to me - so in addition to being sedimentary it is sentimental.
Q. Will you, for the love of god sign your pieces?
A. In the excitement of creating my work, I often forget to sign my work. I am always happy to sign or initial my sculptures with sharpie. Sorry about that, I still haven't made a chop that I like and I have been through about a dozen...
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Etsy vs Fremont Sunday Market
Observations are fun. For the last month I have been going to the Fremont Sunday Market and I have sold on Etsy for almost three years now. The venues are very different.
Market: You Have to be nice in public.
I could be having an awful day and selling online and no one is going to see it. On Etsy I can have a little snark session over someone offering me $2 for a piece worth $12, but in public you have to thank them for their offer and then refuse politely because the public is watching. At the market I have to be the nice, smiling person that I am not. This isn't to say that I am wildly vicious or mean, just that I am a poorly socialized nerd who doesn't always cue into subtle body language. I really have a hard time making eye contact, I am self conscious about the fact that my teeth aren't normal and also I stand crookedly and my neck is stiff so I feel like a bit of a freak. Honestly though, people don't seem to notice.
Etsy: You have to know time zones
Etsy is an international venue. I know a few folks don't sell internationally but when asked I always encourage people to sell to ANYONE who wants your art. In general, exchange rates are good for people outside the US, so even with shipping your piece still looks like a bargain to them. The thing is when they start asking questions about stuff - make sure you check what time it is in Australia or Ireland because it will save you some "did they get my message?" issues. Typically, the minute one of my regular international buyers shows interest in a piece, I put it on reserve right away, because they might have gone to bed and we'll resume the sale in the morning - a reserve shows that you care :)
Etsy: Photography, Writing, Promoting
You get bonus points for hanging in there on etsy. It's a very crowded venue that is contingent on things that as an artist you never signed up for. That is - to get noticed you must have wonderful pictures, to keep the customer interested, your description must capture their attention, to even get the person looking at your shop, you must have attracted their attention in some way. I feel a wee smidgeon of guilt that I do pretty well on etsy and I am not the best ceramic artist out there - but I am aware of the hurdles you have to cross to sell even one item on etsy - you have to pick up additional skills and then keep at it day after day after day.
Market: The Character of the Place
Fremont is known as a hippie, freaky, far out, silly, nipple baring, artist loft cuddling area of Seattle. Its market is known for flea marketry, cheap but pretty decent food, beads, fresh baked goods and lots and lots of stalls filled with crafters that try once, get horrified by the driving wind and rain and leave for good. At first blush, this looks like a terrible place for me. In fact, I poo-pooed it for a year. Then, I came to realize that my pieces are small and a lot of the rummage tables are like that - they attract people that love detail and spend time browsing. Sure enough, when I go, I sell lots of small detailed things - not the big pieces, not the art pieces, but things that can be tucked into a purse as they continue shopping. The wonderful thing is that I sell pieces from six year old girls (little bunnies) to 80 something year old grandfathers (little frogs).
Etsy: The Character of the Place
On etsy I am simply not going to encounter the six year olds and 80 year olds. Market sales are largely incidental and etsy is somewhere you go on purpose. On etsy I sell just about anything I make and some items I absolutely cannot sell at the market are popular on etsy. My current favorite example is drop plates - thin porcelain plates made in a wooden mold and finished off with a couple animal sculptures. I can barely keep them in stock on etsy and they are currently my most common commission item. What does Fremont Market think of them? They are soap dishes. What's wrong with soap dishes? Well, the moment someone says it is a soap dish, about $20 has to come off the price tag, because in neighboring stalls there are vintage soap dishes selling for $5.
Market: I can talk about it
I know that if I don't put a measurement on a piece within the first two sentences of a description on etsy, there is a chance that when the person gets the piece, they will be shocked at the size. At the market, the pieces are as-is, and if a person is interested, I can fill their heads with all the technique information, inspiration and fun facts that I generally don't add to a description. These conversations are fun, and I love some of the questions I get. Other ceramicists can thank me later for explaining why it takes so long to make a piece, what cones mean, what porcelain is and why stoneware is different, because in the last few weeks I have regurgitated a good portion of what I've learned - and it's been fun.
That's it for now, gotta go take pictures!
Market: You Have to be nice in public.
I could be having an awful day and selling online and no one is going to see it. On Etsy I can have a little snark session over someone offering me $2 for a piece worth $12, but in public you have to thank them for their offer and then refuse politely because the public is watching. At the market I have to be the nice, smiling person that I am not. This isn't to say that I am wildly vicious or mean, just that I am a poorly socialized nerd who doesn't always cue into subtle body language. I really have a hard time making eye contact, I am self conscious about the fact that my teeth aren't normal and also I stand crookedly and my neck is stiff so I feel like a bit of a freak. Honestly though, people don't seem to notice.
Etsy: You have to know time zones
Etsy is an international venue. I know a few folks don't sell internationally but when asked I always encourage people to sell to ANYONE who wants your art. In general, exchange rates are good for people outside the US, so even with shipping your piece still looks like a bargain to them. The thing is when they start asking questions about stuff - make sure you check what time it is in Australia or Ireland because it will save you some "did they get my message?" issues. Typically, the minute one of my regular international buyers shows interest in a piece, I put it on reserve right away, because they might have gone to bed and we'll resume the sale in the morning - a reserve shows that you care :)
Etsy: Photography, Writing, Promoting
You get bonus points for hanging in there on etsy. It's a very crowded venue that is contingent on things that as an artist you never signed up for. That is - to get noticed you must have wonderful pictures, to keep the customer interested, your description must capture their attention, to even get the person looking at your shop, you must have attracted their attention in some way. I feel a wee smidgeon of guilt that I do pretty well on etsy and I am not the best ceramic artist out there - but I am aware of the hurdles you have to cross to sell even one item on etsy - you have to pick up additional skills and then keep at it day after day after day.
Market: The Character of the Place
Fremont is known as a hippie, freaky, far out, silly, nipple baring, artist loft cuddling area of Seattle. Its market is known for flea marketry, cheap but pretty decent food, beads, fresh baked goods and lots and lots of stalls filled with crafters that try once, get horrified by the driving wind and rain and leave for good. At first blush, this looks like a terrible place for me. In fact, I poo-pooed it for a year. Then, I came to realize that my pieces are small and a lot of the rummage tables are like that - they attract people that love detail and spend time browsing. Sure enough, when I go, I sell lots of small detailed things - not the big pieces, not the art pieces, but things that can be tucked into a purse as they continue shopping. The wonderful thing is that I sell pieces from six year old girls (little bunnies) to 80 something year old grandfathers (little frogs).
Etsy: The Character of the Place
On etsy I am simply not going to encounter the six year olds and 80 year olds. Market sales are largely incidental and etsy is somewhere you go on purpose. On etsy I sell just about anything I make and some items I absolutely cannot sell at the market are popular on etsy. My current favorite example is drop plates - thin porcelain plates made in a wooden mold and finished off with a couple animal sculptures. I can barely keep them in stock on etsy and they are currently my most common commission item. What does Fremont Market think of them? They are soap dishes. What's wrong with soap dishes? Well, the moment someone says it is a soap dish, about $20 has to come off the price tag, because in neighboring stalls there are vintage soap dishes selling for $5.
Market: I can talk about it
I know that if I don't put a measurement on a piece within the first two sentences of a description on etsy, there is a chance that when the person gets the piece, they will be shocked at the size. At the market, the pieces are as-is, and if a person is interested, I can fill their heads with all the technique information, inspiration and fun facts that I generally don't add to a description. These conversations are fun, and I love some of the questions I get. Other ceramicists can thank me later for explaining why it takes so long to make a piece, what cones mean, what porcelain is and why stoneware is different, because in the last few weeks I have regurgitated a good portion of what I've learned - and it's been fun.
That's it for now, gotta go take pictures!
Friday, March 18, 2011
Creating a Farmer's Market Table Display
After going to a business seminar last weekend, my personal consensus was that since I live 15 blocks from Fremont Sunday Market, I ought to set up at the market, if only for the research opportunity it represents. This particular market has a low barrier to entry - you simply need to show up at 7am on Sunday, sign in and pay $40, which includes a sturdy table (this time of the year it is in an underground parking lot).
I didn't want to just go and throw a nasty looking table cloth on a table (which I have done before with fairly shocking results), so I started drawing my dream table with the helpful ideas from the seminar. My pieces are small and bright colored, so I ended up choosing black. Also because the pieces are small, I wanted a display that would literally get in your face :)
I got a humongous sturdy black tablecloth from amazon.com for $11, and then took a trip to the University Bookstore for large sheets of black matting and some black foam core.
There followed much cutting, polishing and anguish over the fact that black does a great job at looking uneven unless you are really good. I think the results are pretty good. I set it up on a 4 x 3 table. It will look a little more spread out on a 6ft table (I will add some of my drop plates and a newsletter sign up sheet).
All that's left for today is to complete my inventory list, pack the extra/duplicate items and make some price signs.
I didn't want to just go and throw a nasty looking table cloth on a table (which I have done before with fairly shocking results), so I started drawing my dream table with the helpful ideas from the seminar. My pieces are small and bright colored, so I ended up choosing black. Also because the pieces are small, I wanted a display that would literally get in your face :)
I got a humongous sturdy black tablecloth from amazon.com for $11, and then took a trip to the University Bookstore for large sheets of black matting and some black foam core.
There followed much cutting, polishing and anguish over the fact that black does a great job at looking uneven unless you are really good. I think the results are pretty good. I set it up on a 4 x 3 table. It will look a little more spread out on a 6ft table (I will add some of my drop plates and a newsletter sign up sheet).
All that's left for today is to complete my inventory list, pack the extra/duplicate items and make some price signs.
The full set up. |
The tall shelf comes up to eye level on me and has lots of cubbies that hightlight small pieces, plus a 'scenic' shelf for really tiny items. |
Larger scale shelf to feature some of my anthropomorph and goblin figures. |
"Rummage" basket with pinch pots that contain lots and lots of different beads and pendants. |
The 'scenic' shelf of the tall shelving - it looks nicer in person! |
The grid area of the big shelf, showing how each piece is nicely framed. |
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
You've worked a while at ceramics when -
- You drop a piece and don't get that upset because you figure you can make a better one
- A person says they could make what you make. You observe their beautiful well-manicured fingernails, their make up and lovely new clothing and smile. Go ahead, make my clay.
- Mud is a good word
- It hasn't been a good day unless you scrub at the sink for at least 10 minutes because you keep finding new places where clay or glaze landed.
- Wherever you go, you see textures that might make a good stamp
- Wherever you go, you see things that might make great tools
- Upon observing a clay soil, you wonder what it would look like fired.
- If you see ceramics in a store, you instantly turn it over and look for signs it was hand made. Any sign you find that indicates a human worked on it makes you happy. This is akin to the feeling I used to get when I saw bear tracks in the forest. Look! A ceramicist was here and they left their sign!
- Drywall is not just for walls
- You view all loose hair as the enemy while throwing and when the inevitable hair does get in the clay, you swear you will cut it all off and then you don't because you think you can stop it from happening this time
- You like that damp musty smell in your studio that indicates your clay will be nice and pliable
- You have your own language for the texture and consistency of clay and glaze. My celadon tends to be green-buttery, my toshi brown is moossy-goosy and one of my stonewares tends to mump (get bumps when wet). My glazes also get mold, which I have dubbed 'glold'.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Space Shuttle Discovery
I love the space shuttles. Way back when, when I was in highschool, I competed the art contest to give an insignia to Space Shuttle Columbia (lost of course, didn't even make it to any semi final). I was standing in my livingroom, just about to walk to high school when I saw Columbia's launch and destruction. The next day I and the other science nerds (a small number of people in my small school) were going to tune into Sally Ride's lessons from space. It never happened, of course, but if anything that regret made me love the shuttles more, so I continued following their missions and mishaps, I cried some years later when Challenger burned up on entry - this time announced while I was competing at a dog agility meet. I can't remember the competition, even though I still have the blue ribbon medallion from that day - Stella honored my tears and ran her heart out, the time on the ribbon reads 00:36:48, probably longer than the time it took for Challenger to fragment in the atmosphere over Texas.
There is and was something fantastic about the shuttles - real spaceships, not just rockets and orbital modules, they flew like airplanes, they ran on technology from the '80s and all things considered, that they lasted into this decade is a marvel of engineering. Of all things American, I was always proud of NASA, even when they confused metric and imperial measurements, sported a murderous woman in space diapers, when the occasional satellite burned up, I cheered for them; I loved the story of Apollo 13, I treasured a silver dollar with the eagle and the moon etched on its surface. Now, NASA is fading away like Opportunity and Spirit, to dust, despair and obscurity, wandering feebly with a few programs, no longer the muscle of the International Space Station but just a subsiduary.
So it all makes me sad. I hear rebuttals that it's too expensive, that it's wasteful, that we could finance better schools, better food distribution with the money and that NASA is just part of the dreaded military industrial complex so just shut up about it. All of these things are true of course - to an extent. I would argue though that NASA is a testament to the will of all that is progressive, intelligent and inventive in the US, that it was a place that in all my days in school I could dream about when my future looked like it would be full of drudgery, heartache and poverty. NASA helped me dream beyond my little town, my little family and my country, too. I just wonder what kids get to dream of now, if the stars are no longer on the agenda.
I guess this is to say that things like the space shuttle remind me that things can be better, they can be exceptional, they can take us to the stars. We can dream of a better place on earth, because every few months I could tune in and look down on this planet with the crew of the space shuttle, without seeing borders - just the great wide oceans, the golden plains of Africa and the white swathe of Siberia. I am thankful they repaired the Hubble Telescope, so at least for years to come I can still enjoy the awesome beauty and mystery of its images. Anyhow, I loved those stubby winged ships!
There is and was something fantastic about the shuttles - real spaceships, not just rockets and orbital modules, they flew like airplanes, they ran on technology from the '80s and all things considered, that they lasted into this decade is a marvel of engineering. Of all things American, I was always proud of NASA, even when they confused metric and imperial measurements, sported a murderous woman in space diapers, when the occasional satellite burned up, I cheered for them; I loved the story of Apollo 13, I treasured a silver dollar with the eagle and the moon etched on its surface. Now, NASA is fading away like Opportunity and Spirit, to dust, despair and obscurity, wandering feebly with a few programs, no longer the muscle of the International Space Station but just a subsiduary.
So it all makes me sad. I hear rebuttals that it's too expensive, that it's wasteful, that we could finance better schools, better food distribution with the money and that NASA is just part of the dreaded military industrial complex so just shut up about it. All of these things are true of course - to an extent. I would argue though that NASA is a testament to the will of all that is progressive, intelligent and inventive in the US, that it was a place that in all my days in school I could dream about when my future looked like it would be full of drudgery, heartache and poverty. NASA helped me dream beyond my little town, my little family and my country, too. I just wonder what kids get to dream of now, if the stars are no longer on the agenda.
I guess this is to say that things like the space shuttle remind me that things can be better, they can be exceptional, they can take us to the stars. We can dream of a better place on earth, because every few months I could tune in and look down on this planet with the crew of the space shuttle, without seeing borders - just the great wide oceans, the golden plains of Africa and the white swathe of Siberia. I am thankful they repaired the Hubble Telescope, so at least for years to come I can still enjoy the awesome beauty and mystery of its images. Anyhow, I loved those stubby winged ships!
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Pottery Attack and the Interpests
Pottery Attack! My Favorites today!
in·ter·pest
–noun, plural -s.
Beautiful Nudibranch Bowl from lesperancetile I love sea slugs and this is an absolutely beautiful transfer from a scientific illustration. |
Wonderful raincatcher from laspottery. Spring is springing, and this is a great way to celebrate the return of warmth and weather sanity in the garden! |
Crafted by adventuresinclay, it looks like an Arabian Night's airship to me, ready to take off at any moment. |
in·ter·pest
1. Any person, thing, activity that presents a nuisance while on the internet.
- Faux galleries on etsy. You see a conversation header that perkily says "I love your work." You instantly think "Oh a commission maybe!" You open the conversation and see a wall of text containing things like "I am honored pleased to welcome you two or galleri opens." I always get my hopes dashed...
- Faux friends on Facebook. They had a name resembling the name of a well known ceramic artist so I cheerfully said 'yes' when I got the invite. This person spammed me with "My cow in farmville makes chocolate milk" "could you care for my pigs while I am away?" "I am a big don in Mafia Wars."
- I innocently found a great shop on etsy and 'favorited' something. Later on, I noticed the shop had 'favorited' me, warm fuzzies all round. The next day, a friend of that shop contacted me, asking that I favorite them. Only problem is, they specialize in adult items and I didn't want everyone in my activity list to see it. Sorta felt sad that I had to self censor just to satisfy the activity thing, they seemed nice.
- I noticed that I had a ton of new subs on Twitter. All of them were from the clones and sock puppets of one account trying to sell me holistic dog food (why?). Or, a few weeks ago it was mineral cosmetics, and before that it was lotion that would shrink my pores and make me look 10 years younger. It's nice to see that spam bots have moved up from viagra.
- Conversations that randomly ask for a discount without any preamble or even previous business dealings. I do my best not to feel insulted, but what I always feel is "Your work is not worth X to me, but it is worth Y, which, coincidentally, is equal to what I have in my penny jar." Art is a luxury, not a right. I would never refuse someone a hot meal, but I will withhold porcelain miniatures!
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Unloading Bisque!
Big run of bisque today, about 150 items or more (I didn't count every single little pendant).
Video with additional commentary by Namio the talkative australian shepherd >> There needs to be a sound editing tool called "mute dog".
Overall pretty happy with the load with the exception of cracking drop plates, though I knew full well this might happen since I did not take care while drying them. Next time they will properly get to sit on the racks and do their thing in piece, rather than get put in the kiln too quickly. Still, the commissioned plates are fine.
Video with additional commentary by Namio the talkative australian shepherd >> There needs to be a sound editing tool called "mute dog".
Giant Ant Eater |
What I am calling a spirit horse at the moment. Probably brought on by looking at Persian art. |
He has a slippery expression :) |
Fairy with roses |
This goblin already has a name - Griselda |
Labels:
bisque,
ceramic,
miniatures,
new work,
porcelain,
sculptures
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Bead Kiln!
Actually, my kiln has not arrived yet and the dogs have fallen asleep, mainly because I am not getting up each and every time I hear a bark. I am now listening for the characteristic Fedex truck door slam. Of course, the Fedex site is quite coy about whether I am getting the delivery today or later. It says "out for delivery" on the site, but then it also says "Delivery for Next Business day". I am confused but I so want the kiln NOW that I am waiting at my desk, no earphones on, waiting and waiting. *sigh* GIB NOW!
The kiln I am getting has a little front door and the computer control is under the kiln, which means it is very trim and will take up very little space. I also fires up to cone 8 and does all of this very fast. I have already made beads and pendants in anticipation! My awesome sister funded this new addition to my studio! Many loves and hugs to her! I really needed one, if not only for beads but also for testing glazes and making small masterworks that are better off isolated from the occasional chaos of the big kiln.
Oh and the bead kiln needs a name. I will be thinking about it.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Trying to Find My Gallery Charming
I set aside a few hours this week to visit galleries/folk art stores in my area. Seattle is crawling with galleries, open the yellow pages (when you can find them these days) and you'll find page after page from West Seattle to the waters of Lake Washington, from SoDo to Northgate. So, I picked a few and visited. Some observations so far -
1. I am not comfortable in galleries. I spend most of my art existence with other artists, reading about other artists, online looking at art, in museums or through having studied art history. I have never really been a creature of the gallery scene, unless passing by and looking at cool things in the window counts. Being a person from modest means, I have always regarded galleries as places rich people go - I feel like a barbaric invader when I enter some of these places.
2. In some of the galleries there's a tendency to have rather oppressive, large pieces hanging high above, which makes me feel I am about to be crushed by something very modern and avant-garde. At least I will die fashionable.
3. I am starting to figure out that Seattle is not into color. Whatever accounts for taste in color likes cream, gray and certain blues. Orange, red, turquoise and spring greens are not welcome - if they are invited, they will be found in a back area or on the notecard rack, their racy contents tastefully half hidden by envelopes. Apparently Seattle killed the color wheel and replaced it with neutrals.
4. The tendency of a gallery to set up in a narrow space. I guess maybe when a new gallery owner looks for real estate they drop the r in gallery and look for a galley. Because, after all, nothing is better for your customer than when they bend over and catch their bum on the sharp edge of a projecting sculpture.
5. New age music. I am generally not a fan of it, especially not moaning voices and chimes. With the acoustics of some buildings, it sounds like bad plumbing and someone trying to get a penny out of a coke bottle with a butter knife.
6. Pretentious setting for art that is beautiful on its own. I feel bad for the art and the artists in these settings. It's as if the gallery owner says "SCREW THE ART, LOOK AT MY DECOR!!!!111!!! I AM SO KEWL!!"
7. Next to the smelliest restaurant in town. Victims of circumstance, these galleries smell delicious, but you have the impression that anyone who buys a canvas or any cloth art will live the rest of their natural life with a house scented with the #8 dinner special.
8. Folk Art stores - they're the most cluttered and crazy places. Now, these are the sorts of galleries where my work sells, so I am always attentive to them BUT they are incredibly chaotic, with bits and pieces of stuff that erupt from walls and any spare shelf space. You could go crazy in any one of these places! There's one shop with pottery next to cloth dolls, organic face cream, bonzai fertilizer and jewelry. O.O
9. Flat art only. These make me sad since I am a sculptor. Paintings only and weirdly two of these so far had by far the nicest and chattiest owners. Wish I could paint.
1. I am not comfortable in galleries. I spend most of my art existence with other artists, reading about other artists, online looking at art, in museums or through having studied art history. I have never really been a creature of the gallery scene, unless passing by and looking at cool things in the window counts. Being a person from modest means, I have always regarded galleries as places rich people go - I feel like a barbaric invader when I enter some of these places.
2. In some of the galleries there's a tendency to have rather oppressive, large pieces hanging high above, which makes me feel I am about to be crushed by something very modern and avant-garde. At least I will die fashionable.
3. I am starting to figure out that Seattle is not into color. Whatever accounts for taste in color likes cream, gray and certain blues. Orange, red, turquoise and spring greens are not welcome - if they are invited, they will be found in a back area or on the notecard rack, their racy contents tastefully half hidden by envelopes. Apparently Seattle killed the color wheel and replaced it with neutrals.
4. The tendency of a gallery to set up in a narrow space. I guess maybe when a new gallery owner looks for real estate they drop the r in gallery and look for a galley. Because, after all, nothing is better for your customer than when they bend over and catch their bum on the sharp edge of a projecting sculpture.
5. New age music. I am generally not a fan of it, especially not moaning voices and chimes. With the acoustics of some buildings, it sounds like bad plumbing and someone trying to get a penny out of a coke bottle with a butter knife.
6. Pretentious setting for art that is beautiful on its own. I feel bad for the art and the artists in these settings. It's as if the gallery owner says "SCREW THE ART, LOOK AT MY DECOR!!!!111!!! I AM SO KEWL!!"
7. Next to the smelliest restaurant in town. Victims of circumstance, these galleries smell delicious, but you have the impression that anyone who buys a canvas or any cloth art will live the rest of their natural life with a house scented with the #8 dinner special.
8. Folk Art stores - they're the most cluttered and crazy places. Now, these are the sorts of galleries where my work sells, so I am always attentive to them BUT they are incredibly chaotic, with bits and pieces of stuff that erupt from walls and any spare shelf space. You could go crazy in any one of these places! There's one shop with pottery next to cloth dolls, organic face cream, bonzai fertilizer and jewelry. O.O
9. Flat art only. These make me sad since I am a sculptor. Paintings only and weirdly two of these so far had by far the nicest and chattiest owners. Wish I could paint.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Based on a True Story
I promise I will get off the silly doggy stuff now! There will be more clay cartoons! However, this happened to me and I had to document it - it seemed more funny in pictures than in writing. My aussie dog Nami really IS EVIL and obsessive when it comes to toys. My poor hair, it's still frazzled on one side from that ball!
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Analog Tuesday
Uh oh, I have been drawing again! Hide your pens, hide your paints!
This week, some dog comedy, in particular dogs that like to fetch obsessively. These are all ACEO cards 2 1/2 x 3 1/2 inches
This one is The Bribe. Balloons, roses? Play frisbee?
This is more or less my australian shepherd Namio, the king of the mountain. He tends to collect all his toys into one place and lay siege to me until he gets to play. If he could have a mountain of tennis balls, he would be very happy.
And this one is just a pretty white dog and three barn swallows. Just because.
This week, some dog comedy, in particular dogs that like to fetch obsessively. These are all ACEO cards 2 1/2 x 3 1/2 inches
This one is The Bribe. Balloons, roses? Play frisbee?
This is more or less my australian shepherd Namio, the king of the mountain. He tends to collect all his toys into one place and lay siege to me until he gets to play. If he could have a mountain of tennis balls, he would be very happy.
And this one is just a pretty white dog and three barn swallows. Just because.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Happy Valentine's Day
For everyone I love and even if I have never met you I still send my love - a little movie of the most primitive animation possible, featuring a cameo by Pixie and Moon the cockatiels. Another star of the show, Remington, is apparently very shy - he spent the whole film off screen screaming at the top of his lungs - or maybe he is just the biggest prima donna ever - his crest might have been crooked. "I can't go in front of the camera looking like this!"
It's just a lump of porcelain and it took me about two hours to create - most of which was editing 65 snippets to create the whole thing - each clip was about 3 seconds. It was fun and reminded me of the time I made claymation in high school.
I hope everyone is spending time with the ones they love today!
It's just a lump of porcelain and it took me about two hours to create - most of which was editing 65 snippets to create the whole thing - each clip was about 3 seconds. It was fun and reminded me of the time I made claymation in high school.
I hope everyone is spending time with the ones they love today!
Friday, February 11, 2011
Fairytale Kiln
Once upon a time, there was a very happy kiln. It was full of pretty things, big things, tiny things, some things that broke but were beautiful anyhow and a ninja.
BUT, hiding in the kiln was a witch. Everyone said she was really mean and her cat familiar was mean too.
But Esmerelda did not think she was mean, she just cackled a lot and people found it scary. so they made up stories. Someone who believed ALL the stories was Little Red Riding Hood, who believed everything she heard, why, she even believed the wolf when he said he was a nice wolf and we all know how that ended up!
So when Little Red heard that the witch was planning to eat her, she talked to the wizards and said "OMG SHE'S GOING TO COOK ME IN A GINGERBREAD PIE!!!!!11!!!!"
The wizards had more important things to talk about, but eventually they decided to approach the witch and tell her to stop scaring children.
"So, my dear lady, stop scaring the children." One of them said after flourishing his staff, because wizards are oh so proud of their staves.
"I am not your dear lady." Esmerelda said, "and if you know what's good for you, you'll leave me alone!"
"Woah ho! She shows her evil side!" Said the other wizard, who not to be outdone, also showed off his staff by stamping it on the ground. "Begone foul witch!"
"No."
"No? You're supposed to flee from my righteous magic." The wizard looked confused a moment and then raised up his arms, "BEGONE AGENT OF SATAN."
"I am not an agent of Satan. I'm not an agent." The witch rolled her eyes. "Will you go away?"
"Uh...." The wizards shuffled their feet, unsure what to do next. "Okay. Can we tell the poor little girl that we vanquished you?"
"Absolutely not." She scowled at them, "Out."
"We showed her!"
"Right on, she'll behave from now on! Hurrah!"
****
Meanwhile, in another part of the enchanted forest, Mrs. Death woke up to find that Mr. Death was gone. She looked under the earth and then looked outside to see if maybe he was polishing his bones in the sunshine, but no luck. She went back inside with a sigh, wondering if he was with that floozy vampiress he had been oggling. Just then, a bony rap on the door, so she opened it up and there he was with a single rose.
"Happy Valentine's day!"
"Oh, you sweet thing!" She gave him a passionate, but rather lipless kiss.
So the peaceful land of the kiln carried on, with many stories within its bounds.
The End.
BUT, hiding in the kiln was a witch. Everyone said she was really mean and her cat familiar was mean too.
But Esmerelda did not think she was mean, she just cackled a lot and people found it scary. so they made up stories. Someone who believed ALL the stories was Little Red Riding Hood, who believed everything she heard, why, she even believed the wolf when he said he was a nice wolf and we all know how that ended up!
So when Little Red heard that the witch was planning to eat her, she talked to the wizards and said "OMG SHE'S GOING TO COOK ME IN A GINGERBREAD PIE!!!!!11!!!!"
The wizards had more important things to talk about, but eventually they decided to approach the witch and tell her to stop scaring children.
"So, my dear lady, stop scaring the children." One of them said after flourishing his staff, because wizards are oh so proud of their staves.
"I am not your dear lady." Esmerelda said, "and if you know what's good for you, you'll leave me alone!"
"Woah ho! She shows her evil side!" Said the other wizard, who not to be outdone, also showed off his staff by stamping it on the ground. "Begone foul witch!"
"No."
"No? You're supposed to flee from my righteous magic." The wizard looked confused a moment and then raised up his arms, "BEGONE AGENT OF SATAN."
"I am not an agent of Satan. I'm not an agent." The witch rolled her eyes. "Will you go away?"
"Uh...." The wizards shuffled their feet, unsure what to do next. "Okay. Can we tell the poor little girl that we vanquished you?"
"Absolutely not." She scowled at them, "Out."
"We showed her!"
"Right on, she'll behave from now on! Hurrah!"
****
Meanwhile, in another part of the enchanted forest, Mrs. Death woke up to find that Mr. Death was gone. She looked under the earth and then looked outside to see if maybe he was polishing his bones in the sunshine, but no luck. She went back inside with a sigh, wondering if he was with that floozy vampiress he had been oggling. Just then, a bony rap on the door, so she opened it up and there he was with a single rose.
"Happy Valentine's day!"
"Oh, you sweet thing!" She gave him a passionate, but rather lipless kiss.
So the peaceful land of the kiln carried on, with many stories within its bounds.
The End.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Don't watch the kiln, the kiln is watching you
I will first admit that I already peeked inside the kiln because I HAD to check on it. I closed the lid quickly, just as soon as I heard the first little TING! Now, the kiln is made for heat but it is not made for rapid changes in heat, so this can damage the bricks and hardware inside. I am well aware of this, and yet I almost always peek because it's like Christmas morning as a child, eager and full of wonder - what is inside the box that has been closed for the last 24 hours? Did that one really neat sculpture turn out, did the new experiment with glazes turn out? Does little red riding hood at 1/2 inch tall look totally adorable?
All these things I want to know, but I won't know for another couple hours! *glares at kiln*
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Analog Tuesday and a half
I hang out on the Guild Wars 2 Guru forums on occasion. I particularly like the fan art forum and recently there have been art challenges. This week it is sea creatures. I had no intention of doing it, but then the image of a city being born along by a gigantic jellyfish occurred to me and I just had to draw it. Silly but, sometimes you just get an urge!
I did the piece in washes of gouache, followed up with details added in pen and ink. I then scanned it up and made a couple tweaks with photoshop (very few, tbh since I suck at PS). The monsters are my take on the aquatic species of skale that are common in the Guild Wars world.
And last week's challenge was a guardian sylvari. Sylvari are plant people and the guardian is a type of fighting class in Guild Wars. I just couldn't not draw it.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Things that get lost in the Studio
Glazing today. But first I will get some coffee!
Have a great Sunday!
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Bird Watching and creation continues
Went to Discovery Park today and walked a mile or so with Namio dog and binoculars. I saw very few birds but I heard much more than I saw. Hearing birds and knowing them by voice is a pleasure, like hearing a secret language that others around you don't know.
Birds heard but not seen - Northern flicker, hairy woodpecker, Stellar Jay, Scrub Jay, chestnut backed chickadee, anna's hummingbird, bush tit, song sparrow, white crowned sparrow, winter wren, bewick's wren and one of my favorites of all time - a nuthatch with its silly neep neep neeep call.
I saw crows (of course), robins, red tailed hawk, black capped chickadee and English sparrow. In a shady area there were birds rattling in the dry leaves - around here you think instantly of the towhee - so I was not that excited but decided to get a visual to confirm (first clue that they weren't towhees - towhees have a very distinctive call and are fond of giving it). After moving around and crouching for a better view I saw some orange - again thought towhee but then everything snapped into focus - STRIPES of orange - a varied thrush. I adore these birds - they have a song that rises over the morning chorus of the old growth forest around here - such an amazing song that I have used adjectives like 'transcendent, ringing, dreamy, incandescent, ethereal' to describe it. They are also beautiful and quite scarce around here, so what a pleasure to see them!
Really great photo of a varied thrush here and hear their song here. The only comment I have is that yes it is very loud song, but when it is heard with other songs, in the morning with the fog and forest canopy muffling it, there is no better music.
When I pulled up to my house there was a big ray of sunshine and a mixed flock of ruby crowned kinglets, golden crowned kinglets and bush tits were foraging around and under my rock rose. That was a nice treat!
Working on making more bowls and I also made a couple big platters - one engraved and one with sprigged on peacock feathers. The engraved one is still drying out and it has flattened a bit so I am considering boring holes in it to make it a wall hanging. Also, drop plates are on the agenda, as are small animal pendants.
Birds heard but not seen - Northern flicker, hairy woodpecker, Stellar Jay, Scrub Jay, chestnut backed chickadee, anna's hummingbird, bush tit, song sparrow, white crowned sparrow, winter wren, bewick's wren and one of my favorites of all time - a nuthatch with its silly neep neep neeep call.
I saw crows (of course), robins, red tailed hawk, black capped chickadee and English sparrow. In a shady area there were birds rattling in the dry leaves - around here you think instantly of the towhee - so I was not that excited but decided to get a visual to confirm (first clue that they weren't towhees - towhees have a very distinctive call and are fond of giving it). After moving around and crouching for a better view I saw some orange - again thought towhee but then everything snapped into focus - STRIPES of orange - a varied thrush. I adore these birds - they have a song that rises over the morning chorus of the old growth forest around here - such an amazing song that I have used adjectives like 'transcendent, ringing, dreamy, incandescent, ethereal' to describe it. They are also beautiful and quite scarce around here, so what a pleasure to see them!
Really great photo of a varied thrush here and hear their song here. The only comment I have is that yes it is very loud song, but when it is heard with other songs, in the morning with the fog and forest canopy muffling it, there is no better music.
When I pulled up to my house there was a big ray of sunshine and a mixed flock of ruby crowned kinglets, golden crowned kinglets and bush tits were foraging around and under my rock rose. That was a nice treat!
Working on making more bowls and I also made a couple big platters - one engraved and one with sprigged on peacock feathers. The engraved one is still drying out and it has flattened a bit so I am considering boring holes in it to make it a wall hanging. Also, drop plates are on the agenda, as are small animal pendants.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Analog Tuesday
Winter Foxes
Drawing is nice, you get results in a couple hours rather than the days and weeks that are counted in the ceramics process. I've been wanting to do some pen and ink drawing for a while. I have to say that I feel much more restrained when I draw than when I am sculpting - not in an unpleasant way, but I can tell that a different part of my mind is engaged! I used some photo references but everything is freehand, and I didn't sit there and ruminate over the drawings for an hour before inking them - I'm just as impatient with pen as I am with clay - I like to just go go go!
I drew them on ACEO cards, so they are available for sale as a group. I added a black border in editing for a neater appearance in the blog - they don't have that in real life!
Drawing is nice, you get results in a couple hours rather than the days and weeks that are counted in the ceramics process. I've been wanting to do some pen and ink drawing for a while. I have to say that I feel much more restrained when I draw than when I am sculpting - not in an unpleasant way, but I can tell that a different part of my mind is engaged! I used some photo references but everything is freehand, and I didn't sit there and ruminate over the drawings for an hour before inking them - I'm just as impatient with pen as I am with clay - I like to just go go go!
I drew them on ACEO cards, so they are available for sale as a group. I added a black border in editing for a neater appearance in the blog - they don't have that in real life!
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