The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.
Thank you, WordPress Stat Monkeys! Here’s to a great year for all you crafty, sly, ingenious peoples of the world. Lets make and connect!
Here’s an excerpt:
A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 6,500 times in 2013. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 5 trips to carry that many people.
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Just in case plants and jewelry don’t float your gift-giving boat, might I suggest an alternative idea: concrete candles? These were made with the help of one Shelley Travell of Dylan Candles (also at WRLM!) and sport a great balsam & fir scent. And when the candle burns down you can always try your hand with a plant…
Dear reader: yes, you, who are the avid follower of my blog. You know who you are.
Here is the important news update you’ve been waiting for. Since we don’t presume to believe we are garnering too much following, we sometimes fail to make it clear what’s going on in our world. And then we feel horrible when someone who really did want to buy something says, “Oh, man, I missed that show because I didn’t see anything about it.” I understand, and I thank you for your concern.
Saturday, Nov 9 – White Rock Local Market at GREENSPOT Location on Buckner in Greenspot / Golds Gym parking lot
Saturday Dec 7 – White Rock Local Market at LAKESIDE Location: Garland road in Lakeside Baptist parking lot
Christmas is coming up fast (like mildew in the bathtub..one minute it’s clean and suddenly, weird orange stuff growing on your nice white calking!) so let’s just face facts.
Our concrete pots make really nice gifts for those hard to please, have it all, or just plain ‘not sure what to get them’ kind of folks on your list. You know… the aunt who has everything but really loves to garden, the teacher who was so nice to your kid all year and still doesn’t get paid enough, the housekeeper who has done such a nice job making sure your house looks awesome during the holidays. This one’s for them.
All Barry Manilow references aside.. we look forward to seeing you and helping you locate the perfect gift for someone special… or yourself. Cheers! Chris and Steve
I have been holding off making much mention of this potter, because I wanted to feel like the only one in Dallas to know about him. According to his website, he’s not selling here yet. But just one look at his talent tells me that could change in a heartbeat. Have you ever seen blue and green glazes this intense, while still being kind of subtle? Must be the lack of clear overglaze. Ya know, he was able to tell me exactly what the chemicals were that caused those colors. I might be wrong, but maybe there was strontium and barium involved? Next time I will take notes. And photos.
I had stumbled upon his work online right before our last trip to Austin, and was super lucky to find him showing a *ton* of his work at the Cactus & Succulent Society show at Zilker park botanical gardens. Why didn’t I get photos?? Because I was too busy trying to snatch my fave pots before the other throngs got hold of them. Very mature, I know. Once we’d made choices and calmed down somewhat, we got to chatting with Rick. He told us that the way he got into pottery was not straight-forward. As befits a great Austin story, it all had to do with a girl. She was into pottery so to get into her good graces, he too took it up. I asked if she was still doing it, and he said, “Nope. But I’m glad I am!” We are glad too, my friend.
We were then even more impressed by his super calm, laid back personality. Ah, Austin! Where true creativiy dwells around every corner, and doesn’t shout for attention.
Here’s a few of Rick’s pots that found their way into our home. We love love love them! Thank you, Rick. If/when I get my store open, will you please do me the honor of showing your work?
Every time I see one of these pots, with their mid-century shapes and glazes, I feel transported back to my great-aunt’s living room. She had a nifty little collection of glass, pottery, and wood sculptures culled from garage sales,
local shops in East Dallas, and her travels with her four sisters (the ‘kids’). The image in the last post with the orange and white pots were something she really would have grooved on, because orange was her favorite color ever. Those pots are the work of a modern potter living in California, whose work I’ve recently became aware of. While much of Adam Silverman’s recent rise in the design world might stem from his recently involvement with the high-end Californian ceramic company, Heath, he certainly has crafted his own incredible body of work, and will continue to do so after his collaboration with that company.
Because I don’t know much about the man other than feeling like he’s a lost twin soul who shares my obsession with texture and color and who harbors a fierce dedication to letting his materials embrace their weird organic nature,
let me include this from the introduction to his new book, aptly called Adam Silverman Ceramics,
“Adam Silverman’s pottery thrives on duality. Beautiful and ugly, refined and unpredictable, resolved and organic…His pots and sculptures are a harmony of contrasts in the search for perfect imperfection.” – Shepard Fairey
If you don’t believe me or Mr. Fairey, just feast your eyes on the gorgeous dualities going on in these:
It’s really kind of funny. I was a lucky brat who grew up in a neat ‘century modern’ house (though back then it was called ‘gently used’) with artsy parents who carefully collected and traded for lots of nifty sculptures, pottery, and a few drawings. Dad was an illustrator and taught classes at East Texas State University. At the time, pottery was enjoying a resurgence in popularity, and so I suppose when one of the other art teachers wanted to trade for an illustration they often had pottery to trade. There were (and mostly still are) some pretty awesome pieces. Yet the pottery was never my favorite. I always prefered the bright modern slickness of the plexi tube with multiple color rings that hung from the ceiling in the kitchen, and the weird shiny fiberglass piana-like-thing that hung on the wall in the playroom.
So why is it that I am only now growing a fascination for pottery? I love the sculptural shapeliness of course, but I’m also really drawn into the textures of the glazes. Check these out, from Heath Ceramics:
More posts on potters, pottery, and ceramics to come!