Friday, October 30, 2009

11.20 pm Weather Report & Firewheel Tree


I can confidently report that it was raining lightly at 11.20 last night. I was up very late (for a mother of two pirates) firing the kiln. Today I'm unpacking, cleaning and pricing for the Finders Keepers Market.

I'll be exhibiting these pots I've been working on for a while. The Firewheel tree stenocarpus sinuatus is a Queensland rainforest tree flowering through summer. I wanted this design to recall old 1940's Australiana and fabric designs.

People of the Pearl Shell


Rebecca Ward and I spent the weekend at Stradbroke Island working on the Swamp Cartography collaboration.
Words cannot encompass how beautiful and inspiring this was. We did a cultural/archeological/botanical tour with Shane Coghill of the Goenpul tribe- the People of the Pearl Shell. Shane took us right into the wallum on the narrow tracks made by wallabies. All around us was the stiff tangle of leucopogon, leptospernums, sedges and Dianella. As we looked into the heart of a clump of reeds for lizard eggs I noticed a Forked Sundew on it's long spindly stalk reaching through the blades towards the sun.
Shane took us along an old road shaded by the huge Bloodwood trees, there was an eagles nest , big enough to house human children balanced high up.
We took a lot of impressions in clay and our weird resin products. We took a lot of impressions in our impressionable brains, ancient stories, vegetation, dried leaves stippled shadows , in that strange, filtering, creative, process.

Originally published in Rebeccca Ward and my blog about the collaborative project Swamp Cartography.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Pupal Soup

Pupal soup is the liquid, living matter that you will find in the cocoon of a moth during metamorphosis. The caterpillar totally dissolves into liquid DNA and can remain dormant, or even frozen for long periods of time. Eventually this soup coalesces into a new animal and a moth emerges.

I realize that the children are a complicated natural phenomena. They take inspiration away and deliver it in great gouts at unexpected moments. Every time I feel frustrated and stymied it works it's way in tandem with a million other little pieces of family life to come out in pots at a later date.
What can I say about Fizzy D and Sweet P? They have filled my whole heart and mind and the rest, my thoughts, creative life, beautiful and rare is like the light of an eclipsed sun leaking out around the edges.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Learning how to learn

I am on this strange thing called "The Australian Ceramics Discussion List". It is full of alternatively infuriating and inspiring thoughts, opinions and practical tips from any one of the 400 members. There has been a recent thread on education, the value of contemporary Australian ceramics education, what it adds to personal practice and to the world generally. This morning I opened an e-mail with this from Owen Rye:

"Education is the difference between you yesterday and you today. I can say what I had in mind about postgraduate education - but please do not imagine this applies to teaching beginners. That is a skill very few people have and I'm not one of them.

First thing was to try to bring out what was in people rather than try to put something in from outside ( put simply that involves mainly listening rather than talking). Second was believing that postgraduates should learn for themselves - and if their aims were serious then quite likely I could not answer their questions anyway. But I could try to learn with them and in the process we both learned how to learn more. Learning how to learn is far more important than acquiring 'facts' or 'knowledge'. The most common advice was "Try it and see what happens". ( My friend Tony Stewart said that you did not ask your kids 'what did you learn at school today? , the real question is 'What did you think about today?).

Another was that postgraduates were headed to professionalism and so had to be competent at presenting their work in public, at writing, at exhibiting and so on, as well as making. One result of this thinking was that it was almost irrelevant to me what kind of work anyone wanted to do - functional, conceptual, installation, fire art - the same basic approach applied. In fact I most enjoyed the weirdest aims because I learned so much from the students.

Another supervising (that is something different to teaching) device I used came from Ivan McMeekin, my teacher. Whenever you showed him some work you had done he would say "Yes, and now you could try doing this as the next step". After all that I realised, as I think Ivan intended me to, that there was always a next step. It was never 'finished'. Fifty years later I am still thinking about the next step - the next firing in a few weeks is a big experiment in many ways and I don't know how it will work out. (if you know what you are doing it ain't art).....Owen Rye"
Lucky students who have Owen for a teacher.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Tropical Gothic

I'm getting excited about the Finders Keepers Markets on the 31st of October and the 1st of November. I don't do many markets so the once a year outing is a fun way to meet other artists and customers.

I have a soft spot for the Old Museum in Brisbane. It brings back memories of long trips to "the city" from my childhood. After hours and hours of driving we'd go through the boring outer suburbs and when we saw Tyranosaurus Rex striding through the palm trees outside the tropical Gothic grandeur of the Old Museum we'd know we were nearly there. Rex is gone now and the building is dwarfed by development but the slightly sagging elegance of this beautiful building still remains.

Friday, October 09, 2009

motherlove/insanity and making pots

It is a good feeling to see the kiln filling up...and to see crosses through the list.


I had to take my feisty old Nana to the doctor's yesterday and as I was driving down to her place I was thinking of ways to maximize the potential of the trip. Seeing as it was in a working day and the drive is "down the coast" where there are shops etc I thought that maybe I should buy the kids new underwear. I looked at the car clock as we crawled along stopping at roadworks every five minutes and calculated that I'd have about ten minutes to get in and out of the shopping centre so I'd have to actually run as fast as I could. The thought of doing this and what I would look like, a demented person running through the shopping centre to buy undies, frown on face, handbag flapping stopped me from this exercise in motherlove/insanity.


The "working" day when the children are at school is so short and so prone to getting nibbled away by household tasks that when I can't work on a "working" day it makes me very anxious. Working as an artist is hard enough in the first place, withdrawing from the life of the house into the free, floating, quiet disciplined space needed to make pots and drawings is an impossible feat some days....... most days. Pots and drawings are a miracle, an a physical improbability like one of those old Laurel and Hardy gags where 20 or more people just keep pouring out of an impossibly tiny car.

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

The Edible Appeal of Mia E Goransson's Ceramics


There is nowhere near enough information about Swedish ceramicist Mia E Goransson on the Net. She is inspired by botanical forms which she she hand builds and molds in porcelain. The surfaces are so seductive, the colours so clear. In the contemporary climate of very cool,white , minimal porcelain I think Goransson's is exploration of colour and texture takes the medium in a different direction. Tactile appeal is a quality more often associated with wood fired ceramics but the need to touch (or lick!) these pieces is overwhelming.

Friday, October 02, 2009

Collaborations...........and Prue Morrison


This is an entry written by Rebecca Ward about our collaboration "Swamp Cartography" You can read more about our adventures through the coastal swampland in pursuit of collaborative art pieces on our blog "Swamp Cartography"

Last week we did a mold-making workshop with Pru Morrison at her fabulous Metro Arts Studio shared between about 5 other potters. How wonderful to work in this space- and share equipment and ideas with such an interesting group. We spent the first hour or so perving on works in progress and talking to Pru about her latest pieces bound for the big smoke.

Pru is an expert slip caster known for her slipcast simulacra of flasks, thermoses, bottles with legs and arms which she covers in naughty and thought-provoking terra sigilata drawings.
We wanted to learn the technique of making a plaster mold from an original form into which slip could later be poured. Shannon found a stick outside for that purpose. As we are casting from nature and Pru uses manufactured objects to create moulds, it was interesting for Pru as well as us as she figured out how to mold the stick. Pru's method was meticulous and patient. She was able to anticipate undercut problems and prevent them from occurring by leaving no dramatic corners and plugging up with clay. The cast object could later be carved back if necessary. The piece was done in halves- as a 2-part mold. Some of Pru's more complex shapes are 6 or 8 parts and it can take a number of days to create a mold that will register and release well.

Mixing and pouring the plaster was carefully done to minimise bubbles and while we were waiting we started to mold a cup handle from a 1950's cup. Before we knew it, it was 5 o'clock and we'd forgotten all about lunch!






The stick casting came apart perfectly and Pru said the mold was probably overengineered for the object but better to err on the safe side. I'm not sure that Shannon entirely agreed as she lugged the dinosaur-bone-like object back home on public transport!


We were both stuck by the contrast between Pru's crazy tattoo-like excisions on pots and her calm measured studio processes. But then you dont see many tattoo artists waving their arms around and emoting!