Pre-pandemic face masks.
This fish scarf!
This t-shirt!
It was heartening to see more Luigis than Marios.
This guy!
And this guy!
The emotive hairdos.
The confidence.
The nonchalance.
Pre-pandemic face masks.
This fish scarf!
This t-shirt!
It was heartening to see more Luigis than Marios.
This guy!
And this guy!
The emotive hairdos.
The confidence.
The nonchalance.
handbuilt stoneware, underglaze, glaze
Urn for a Japanese Bobtail Cat
stoneware, underglaze, glaze, hemp cord
I remember being 27. When I was 27 I knew that THIRTY was coming for me!
I spent 27, 28, and 29 already being 30 in my mind.
At 30 I was disappointed. What? Is this it?
Shortly after marking 30 I was sitting on the bus, mulling over 30, and I had a vision of crouching on pavement and sifting sparkling black sand through my fingers.
I didn't know what would come next. My 20's seemed to be pre-planned somehow. But the 30's? What the heck were they about? I was thinking today that I still don't know. Even with hindsight being 20/20, I can't figure it out.
And so I find myself here, in 2021, my 30th year of making things. THIRTY. Wow. What do I do now?
Seems apt, this post of mine. I thought I was going to talk about
some art projects I've done or am planning to do
ephermera
Titanic passenger? Crew? Such a pained look on his face!
Perhaps he knows what's coming next?!