Flame

Today’s post is the fifth in a series that began here.Long ago I’d boxed up my artistic ambitions and put them on the shelf, and there they had remained, accumulating decades of dust, hardening like half spent tubes of oil paint into a fixed notion:...

Reclaimed

Today’s post is the fourth in a series that began here.In the two months just preceding February 3, 2012, I’d been rebuilding some sculptures of one of my favorite college professors and longtime Chair of the Art Department at the University of...

Backstory

Today’s post is the third in a series that began here.As I resumed my sanding in the studio, I recalled a conversation I’d had with a college student just the day prior. She’d entered the shop quite upset, having just had what she called a “bad...

Jarred Awake

The following regards a moment in time worthy of Seinfeld’s show about nothing. I began to outline the non-event in yesterday’s post.At any time of day, the sound of shattering dishes makes one tense up and wince, but at four am? At that hour, when sanding...

Earthenware-Shattering

In my last post, The Wind Speaks Greek, I make passing reference to an event five years, three months, and nine days ago that both occurred and occurred to me. That is, being both unheralded and just about as inconsequential as events come, the moment nearly...