Blimey, bombs in Exeter. I was on one of my rare visits into the City today and met the wailing police cars as I was leaving town. That's crazy, stuff like that doesn't happen in Devon - run to the hills, it's unbelievable. 
Fourteen miles north of Exeter, this is what my walk home looked like yesterday, absolutely bloomin' beautiful, I could walk for miles through the lanes at this time of year.
Life's been pretty busy, hence my lack of posting. Mark came over yesterday evening and we went back to the workshop. Luke came too as he had art homework to do and wanted to do some clay stuff too. He's a really sweet boy. I know I'm biased but I think he's growing up into one cool kid. He doesn't realise he's cool - and that's what makes him so cool. Fifteen's such a mad age, full of crazy emotional stuff and hormones, drifting back and forth between being a kid and a young man.
In the workshop I've been making some wobblier, scratchier stuff since getting back from Clay Art - large mugs with incised decoration. It's something I've been meaning to do for a while and it was Michael Kline's incised pots that inspired me to explore marking the pots prior to slipping. It's good fun and very important to make time to play and I know I don't do it often enough. I think these pots will be quite interesting, time will tell. I want to try it out on some baluster jugs. If you never see or hear of them again, you'll know they were rubbish and have been added to the category of pots that get made, then never get seen again on this blog. I've got quite a few of them.
Joe has youth club on a Thursday in a village just past the workshop, so I dropped him off there this evening, then headed to Hollyford to unload a huge pile of broken up pallette wood that I managed to scrounge this afternoon. I assembled a teapot and had a good yarn with Matt on the phone about last week's Welsh adventures, before picking Joe up again a couple of hours later. I've got looooooads of wood now, which is good, good, good. It'll all need sorting and stacking properly some time soon.
Got to do some drawing tonight and work out a making list or I'm just going to end up making loads of random stuff - oh well, maybe that's a good thing? Yes, random stuff, why the devil not?!
6 comments:
Hey I like that incising. I need to make a list too, I think it's why I can't get going properly. I'm feeling quite 'random' these days.
That's me too, If I don't have a list, I don't feel like I've committed myself - that said I'm always busy so if I haven't got a list I'm still doing it, just haven't got anything to tick off at the end of the day. That's almost as worrying as the six thing really!
I used to make lists all the time. Wound up feeling miserable because I didn't tick off what i thought I should have by day's end. Then I realized that I made the list. I made the "rules". And I could change them. I still fall prey to the list thing a lot...but I'm happier when I'm random & meandering.
I love lists, my trick is to write one each day but put on it something that is so very nearly done anyway or doesn't actually merit being on a list (like make more tea) and then you can get the satisfaction of crossing it off very quickly. I've got loads of lists at the mo, but they've just been getting bigger and bigger this week.oops.
PS I heard the bomb thing on the news, careful they don't come after you with a beard like that.
Well Well Well. I sat down last night and said to Marion I think I need to make a list.
You can tell Devon has very poor quality terrorists, they blow them selves up in toilets in a kids restaurant, how radical is that!!
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