Show at the Artist's Alley

I set up the show at Artist's Alley in San Francisco. It seems to have been a gruelling birth to get this gallery open, what with city permits in San Francisco. It is open now though and there are about 30 artists showing. Beverly Mikolon, the gallery director did a great job dealing with the space and making sense of so many artists showing in one building.

It was wonderful to finally place these pieces there. I needed the space in my studio and there is just something when as an artist you place a piece. Its a bit, I would imagine, like sending your kid off to college, when they sell it is more like them getting married. Anyway, they are all set up. I had just come from the foundry to pick up Dos Angeles. When I put them up in the gallery, they seemed to just breath. They are so beautiful together, the way they touch and kiss one another. It is such a loving embrace. The patina is beautiful too.

The process of this piece from the beginning of this second mold to the end was truly a challenge. I am so fortunate to have the foundry that I do. It is called Artworks and they are in Berkeley , Ca.

Fly the Wind

After tossing around some inane options for names, yes, Bandit was one, I admit it, I finally came up with a name that I think suits the piece... Fly the Wind. It came to me when after months of being wrapped up waiting to go to the show at the Artist's Alley gallery in San Francisco. I put her up on her base and the name spoke to me.

Mother's Day

It is Mother's Day. It has been two months since I have touched ceramic, stone or paint. I never had children. I had always assumed that I would. Often I believe that I traded my work for the experience of having biological children.

I decided then, that today it was essential that I make a new piece. He is standing on the podium right now all bolstered up my poles and props to keep him from falling until he dries. I don't use armatures because I want to be able to fire them in the kiln, so i am left with this way of creating. He showed up quickly today. I had been dieing a little inside without my work. ( I had foot surgery and the recovery time took me by surprise. If you or anyone is deciding on foot surgery, I'll tell you, be prepared.)

I don't know the name of the piece yet. I was surprised though by the openness of it. The wide armed gesture of saying yes to whatever is coming his way. I guess once again the work is my witness to my own emotional process, being in the midst, that I am, to some deep emotional work. I feel like I am hiding from the world and I guess I am. But I feel the need to do so as I confront decades old issues that have been keeping me from truly having my life.