Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Potters from the land down under....

http://mudcolony.blogspot.com/

While rolling down the rabbit hole of the blogosphere I ran across this cool site!  
Leave it to the Australian women potters to come up with idea.  So many of us work alone in our studios I love seeing what other potters are up too, especially in the Southern Hemisphere!  

Mudcolony welcome to my studio and blog in Ohio!

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Four years ago......

Four years ago I sent an email to my All around BFF and clay bud, Dolita.  Rachael called at 2:00 a.m. from India. She had been in the Peace Corps in Benin and was on her way home...taking the long way through Eygpt, India, Nepal, Thailand and Japan.  Rachael and Annie arrived in Calcutta, India as the election results weremtallied and announced. This is what the email said;
"just wanted to let you know the phone blasted off the wall at 2 am last night...it was Rachael and Annie screaming into the phone...MOM IT'S ME...DID
 YOU SEE IT?? DID YOU SEE IT?? WE CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT WE ARE SEEING. WE ARE IN INDIA AND CALCUTTA IS ON FIRE AND WE ARE DANCING IN THE STREETS OF INDIA! There are red, white and blue balloons by the hundreds, Obama buttons, hats and T-shirts. MOM, WE ARE IN INDIA! Our trip home just changed, people are excited we are Americans! MOM, THIS IS AMAZING!!!!
Last night the world danced."
And I say we want to dance again on Tuesday!  Please vote today, because you can!

Hey there BFF, thanks for reminding me :)  where did that four years go?

The Memorial Art Gallery Show review.......


Backing out of the driveway last Friday it was cold, dark and windy.  Still trees down, still boats missing, still power out, still howling winds,  I questioned my sanity.  Driving to Erie was OK, but then hit snow pellets, wind and rain.  Pulling over for gas and peering into the darkness, again........ should I keep going.   As the gas gurgled into the tank my thoughts;  it was the MAG, last year the place blew me away, could it even be close to the sales I had last year?  There was no time to get the framed pieces done, Eastman Kodak was struggling and laying off, the hurricane had just hit and there go those grumblings again.
At the freeway I made my choice and headed east to Rochester.  
Making it by my 8:30 am set up time, got out of my truck and kissed the ground.  Rochester seemed to have been sparred the brunt of Hurricane Sandy.  Charlotte Herrera met me with open arms and a deep sigh of relief.  Had Charlotte not reached out through emails, checking on all the artists I probably would not have gone.  This is what makes the Memorial Art Show a shining diamond in a crown of shows.  

Other artists were arriving and we unloaded, setting up toot suite.  I was again in the Lovejoy parlor with four other artists.  A welcome bag had been placed in each booth.  They took the time to put a picture of our work and name on each bag.  The bag was filled with goodies; snacks to munch on while setting up, a water tumbler, information on the show and all artfully done.   The attention to detail is so very much appreciated and it is the little stuff that makes a big difference.

By 5 p.m. everyone is set up and we are served a hot chili dinner (vegetarian or meat), complete with rolls, salad and drinks.  Cookies for dessert.  The welcoming committee greets you at the door. 

At 6:00 pm the MAG hosts a lecture series.  This year; Val Cushing and Richard Aerni!!!!  Oh my stars and bars!  Academia vs. the Warrior.  A moderator asked insightful questions and each answered as to how they approached the studio, composition and other challenges in long careers.  How do you condense 80 or more years into an hour, could have gone on for hours and I would have sat there and listened.

7 pm and the Preview show opened.  Racing back upstairs to flip on lights and open for business.  It's a well attended night filled with chattering, buying, wine and tasty treats, student work from the American School of Craft and it's occurs to me I am once again wrapped in the cocoon of the MAG.  

The cocoon of the MAG.......
Members open their homes to road weary artists.  Did you read that?  NO hotel bill!  Last year I stayed at the local hotel, this year I opted for the home stay.  Mary, John and Camille (a sassy Wheaton Terrier) ....... Thank You!  I had the pleasure of another artist staying too;  Sonya Mackintosh. There was much sharing on topics such as shows, applying to shows, promoters, business, food and weather.  You don't get that in a hotel. 
Sat. 10 am.  back to the MAG to meet and greet.  The hospitality room was always stocked with hot coffee, tea and goodies.  The crowd was good and the so many people returned from last year to buy and say howdy.  

The show closed at 5 p.m. again I was selling until 5:30 pm.   Lights out and we were given directions to a dinner party at one of the  members home.  Our superb hosts greeted us with a glass of libation, nibbles, smiles and wonderful smells of a home cooked meal.  These dinners are small intimate gatherings of 8 or 9 artists gathered around a candlelit dining table bantering back and forth the topic of the night.  Last year it was politics, this year dog breeding and fiber art and reviews of the Smithsonian show.  We cleared the table and all stood in the kitchen reluctant to leave, Raul announced he was headed for the door.  Charlotte waved good bye, the Rice cat yeowled us out and we found our way back to our host family for a good nights sleep.  

Sunday Morning coffee and dinner reviews around the breakfast table, hugs and goodbyes to our host families and off one last time to the MAG for an Artist Feedback Brunch!  Mary Clare, Marcia and Charlotte stand before munching artists and ask:  "What can we do better?"  Seriously?  For an hour and a half good information was bantered around, notes were taken and the artist gave a resounding THANK YOU  for hosting an incredible show.  

11 a.m. we concluded, ran upstairs and who is standing in my booth?  Richard Aerni and Carolyn, so happy they came back on Sunday!!  Words of wisdom imparted and then things got a crazy and I had to attend to sales.  There is never enough time!  Later in the day,  Miss Penelope arrived with her entourage'!  She was bedazzled with pink bow and chubby cheeks.  Mom,  Francesca is an incredible paper jewelry artist who is busy with Miss Penny but still on the show circuit!  You go girl!!  Again, never enough time......... and what was Papa Rudy doing there, in the shadow of women accompanying Miss P and unbedazzled I might add. 

4 p.m. lights out, although I continued to make sales until 4:20 pm.  Which is why I was the last to leave the building.  The women who were just decked out in designer togs were now schlepping boxes and carts to  waiting vans and trailers with the artists, eager to get on the road.  

I drove home arriving around 11 p.m.  So much to process........ and why I love driving at night even though it is rutting season and the NY highways are paved with deer hide and guts.  Why they feel the need to mate with a semi truck or anything with rubber wheels remains a mystery to me.  
This year I have run the roads from Evanston to West Palm Beach and in between.   I have tread marks on my forehead, and am road weary.

I had just spent the weekend wrapped in the cocoon of the MAG.  There was no election, no hurricane, no war, no fighting.  We were wrapped in peace, respect, good food, intelligent conversation and love of the craft.  It is an intimate show where you get to know who you are selling pots too.  And I would also like to add it was my most profitable show of the year!  I did not return weary.  I returned re-charged.   

I pulled in the driveway; the lights were on, the trees still down but safe and so grateful Charlotte reached out during a very dark time.  Sincere thanks to all who make the MAG a successful show.  

These are the shows we desperately need and we need support them, nurture them and attend them...... hurricane on not! 

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Heading out........


Well after reading over emails, watching radar and standing in the rain and wind, I'm just about packed. Wanted to stay home and hunker down but then out of the blue one of the directors emailed; "just checking in"  She wanted to let us know she respected our decision to attend or not but:  The Show Must Go On.  They would be open for business.  Whatever the decision, be safe.

I have to say after standing knee deep in water at the marina, being whipped to death by 40-60 mph winds and dragging downed tree limbs off the driveway I was pretty gobsmacked.  Had a hard time wrapping my brain around this email but it was Charlotte and I have the utmost respect for Charlotte.
The TV, radio, emails, social media had been inundated with the devastation.  Fine Craft, art.... really?  
  
After I attended the MAG last year I was elated.  Attending this one show changed the way I did business.  If I was going to pack up and hit the road I was going work for people like the MAG.  They respected the artists, fed us, housed us and checked on us hourly at the show, bringing water and snacks.  Amazing because I had tread marks on my forehead from those who shall not be named, show promoters.  Here we were coddled and it was good.  NO, it was great!   

These are the people that make me load a trailer and pull out of the driveway.  These are the shows that I personally want to succeed, in fact excel.  From the little old ladies who make the fantastic flower arrangements for the entry way, to the volunteer on her rascal scooter zipping around with a basket full of water.  What I am saying is, the community is involved and they are excited we are there. 

The other thing I love;  the show is small; 40 artists.  I should say exclusive.  
It is the best of the best.  I am honored to be invited.  
OH and there is a wonderful student show from RIT.  Opening night it is so great to talk to the students and hear about their path and what they want to do with their voice.  

Today I will run down and pick up chicken feed and extra bale of straw.  Get a bag of dog food and his line up his meds on the counter.  Pack the trailer, get my maps in order and back out of the driveway at 3:30 a.m.  The 25 mph winds should have died back, the rain will still be raining and I will be off to the MAG.  

Have a grand weekend bloggers!  

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

dream'n........


Still raining and trying to figure out how to get to the highway without sprouting wings, I fell down the worm hole of the internet.  It's the end of October and I find myself unwanting to pack, re-pack, load the trailer and head out on the road.  Can't remember the last time I was this burned out.

I have been driving past this building for a few years.  They lowered the price, yet again.  It was a funeral home at one time.  Then it was slated for the wrecking ball to make way for a new drug store..... because we sure need more of those!  The community banded together and moved the building two blocks down to an empty lot; and there it sits, empty since the move.   

I have fantasized about a gallery in this space.  Maybe live on the second floor, teach clay in the awesome basement and gallery on the first.  There is even room in the back for a coffee shop.  Could rock out the landscaping around the old victorian.  Plenty of room for parking and it's right in downtown.  Great small private college a mile away and and and.........

I stopped and peered through the windows the other day.  Icky funeral home wall paper but all in all wide open space....... perfect for a gallery.  

Our town is falling has fallen on hard times as I watched businesses board up and for sale signs posted left and right.  Could this even work?  Can I even write a business plan?  
and where would I put the chickens and garden???? 



Lots to think about driving through the remnants of Sandy on my way to Rochester........ 

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

We are still here.........

No sleep and a long night but the wood stove was stoked and we only lost power on and off.  There were 67 mph winds clocked but it was the rain that just kept coming.  


The Grand River at the bottom of the hill is over her banks.  
It has been bone dry most of the summer with the drought.  

Harbor 220 in Grand River.  Butch pulled his boat out on Saturday.  Others were hoping to pull out after the storm.  The river is supposed to crest another 2 feet by midnight ......... and it's still raining.
I hope these boats make it out.  




Lake Erie is the shallowest of the Great Lakes; white caps if you sneeze!  
But this was a good Nor'easter in all her glory.  


And some rode out the storm in warm comfort......... 

Protection at it's finest! 


Everybody made it through warm, dry although a bit cranky! 

Radishes didn't wash away and look quite good! 

I left this empty bucket out on Friday morning.  It's almost full...... 
and did I say it's still raining...... 

Hoping everyone is back on their feet as soon as possible.   

I am finding it very hard to pack for Rochester and leave for 4 days.  My bank account needs me to go but I really wonder how many will be in the mood to buy work at a high end art show with so many digging out.  I am feeling the need to nest big time, hunker down, head to the studio.  Not get in my truck, dragging a trailer and head over hill and dale 5 hours away.   After the last few days I am so happy to be home with a fire crackling and coffee pot at arms length.  







Grand River flooding........