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Return to the familiar

Return to the Familiar….

I’ve been missing from here for a couple months. I hope some of you noticed, but I’ll forgive you if you haven’t! The beginning of a new year is a funny time of year for me; part catch up and part forward planning. I find I’m not “in the moment” much. Now though, as spring arrives here in Southern California, I’m beginning to find myself reaching out more.

Return to the familiar. I find mCedar Pocket Ceramics yself, once again, the poster child for this, my favorite concept I learned in a  beginning sociology class I took many years ago. Return to the familiar is why it’s so difficult to break the cycle of violence, or welfare, or any other generational condition you’re addressing. We all go back to what is familiar. For me it’s production work. Not in a factory sort of way, although sometimes my life feels like that Lucy show where she’s working in a chocolate factory! I tend to be comfortable in a “if I can make one, I can make many” sort of way. If I make soup, I make enough for a soup kitchen to feed an entire town. When I was actively making my Gourdfolk, I made and shipped them all over the country.

May Lindstrom SkinA couple of years ago I was fortunate to be asked by a really lovely woman, May Lindstrom, if I’d be interested in making bowls for her line of skin care potions, May Lindstrom Skin. At the time she was just developing her line, and I thought it sounded interesting. Little did I know that she would become a phenom in the handcrafted, organic, luxury world of skin care. Words fail to adequately convey the refined yet earthy qualities of her line. May has a sense of responsibility about her creations. She sources only the highest quality ingredients; organic when possible, The bottles and jars she uses are dark violetCedar Pocket Ceramics Melissa Brown miron glass to protect the volatile oils and potent powders she crafts her products from. I’m very pleased that May enlisted me to make the bowls for her Problem Solver Correcting Masque. I throw each one on my vintage wheel, glaze them with my gunmetal black, which of course is food safe, and finish them in a third firing with May’s beautiful dandelion logo which we had made in 24 carat gold. They’re quite yummy.

Penny and her Cone.

Good morning. So… our Lab Penny had to have surgery on Wednesday. She had several tumors taken off, three on her poor little ear another on her back. She’s doing fine…my husband Steve and I? …ehhh.

Ever see a hyperactive American Field Lab with a cone on her head try to navigate a ceramic studio? How about a drugged lab with a cone on her head chase raccoons with a yapping little mutt heading the charge – at 3 in the morning? Or maybe a lab with a cone on her head being persistent enough that you finally throw the ball to her? It’s a lot like playing a carnival game…ring toss anyone?

Do I sound tired? Yep, a little bit. But don’t worry. Penny is resting comfortably!

Update: Penny’s tumors were all benign! Now just have to deal with the cone head for the next two weeks!

Welcome to my new blog!

Well. I thought I’d start this blog by sharing one of my happy places. This is a photo I took last week of June Lake in the Eastern Sierra Nevada Mountains in California. I grew up camping all over this area with my family and now return there to renew and ground myself.

When my husband Steve and I used to travel to art shows with my gourd work, we’d go through the California, Nevada, and Utah deserts once a year. Sometimes it felt like it took forever.  Growing up in Southern California, I have great affection for the beauty of the desert. Wide shot, it can look lifeless and desolate. With a macro lens on, life emerges, efficient, specialized, and tenacious. Anyway, I digress. After driving through hundreds of miles of desert, the first green place we’d encounter was a little valley named Cedar Pocket. It has water and reeds and red rocks and a particular beauty. I grew to look forward to it. It is a special place with a great name.

Just as Cedar Pocket was an oasis after that long drive in the desert, my clay work was an oasis when I picked it up again after a 30 year hiatus. When I opened my new business, I couldn’t think of a more appropriate name than Cedar Pocket Ceramics.

Where is your happy place?