It's weird what perspective does to a person.
Perspective on what you have.
Perspective on what you know.
Perspective on who you know.  Who you choose to know and why.
retrospective.

Well, my friends, I'm still working on stuff.  Nothing worth showing.  Well, nothing new yet.  I'm working on converting my electric kiln to gas.  This means that the versatility will be greater...shoot, it will exist.  I'm nervous, because if it doesn't work, I'm out a kiln.  Which means I am out making anything out of clay.  I've worked on some prints, but even though people like them, I'm not sure how I feel about them.  Paintings, yes, completely non-objective stuff.
I have the urge to get back to landscapes and bird paintings, but I just can't bring myself to it yet.
I've also been struggling with the idea of art.  I've seen a lot of crap lately, but crap that's been selling. (Crap, meaning, kitsch. stuff that is so overdone) It's a little disheartening.  But it's all a matter of taste, isn't it?  A matter of perspective.   right?
So, to make money, I need to make some things that are a little 'normal'.  I think I can do that.  For a while, it was a no go.  I didn't want to lower myself to it.  But I'm not making or selling anything because of those ridiculous standards, so, what do I do?  lower my standards.  stop being such a snob.  yeah.
Some day I will post some stuff.  Slow going right now.
If I get the chance to do a barrel fire tomorrow, I will take pictures of the outcome.

You know I love you to pieces and pieces,

Beth
By the way, I turned 39 recently.  It was hard for some reason.  It was a good birthday day.  A WONDERFUL birthday day thanks to the new guy in my life.  But it was hard the few days before my birthday.  I'm not worried about 40, that doesn't bother me.  39 did.  weird, right?  No comments, Jeremy.