The Salt Embrace III

The Watcher

Sculpture mix; glazed with nutmeg.

Reprise: The Water-Fox, Sleeping

2011:
Strawberry Creek, Berkeley, CA

Capital: Old Clay

From the Water

Crime novel cover art
or social commentary?

Adonais: Spring Beckons

. . . and time reckons.

Shell Soup

Charmed

Clay King rides shotgun.

Centurion

Rock Steady

Old clay:
See Survivor sequence from 2013.

Hermes: Old Clay

Kraken House

The Sea-Jester in Autumn

Old clay.

Surge

Triton: sculpture mix; nutmeg/brown and blue glazing.

Photos: 2012; Pacific Grove.

Leaf Season

Salt Glance

Silverstone clay;
Reitz's Green glazing.

Fresh From the Kiln: Mermaid and Wave

Mermaid, Swimming and Wave:
silverstone clay; cobalt carbonate oxide.

Face: Fresh from the Kiln

Silverstone clay;
Reitz's Green glazing, lightly applied.

He lacks a name as yet . . . .

Mask on a Mollusk: Musings

Friend:  'Splain, please.

Me:      I don't know if I can.  

I like putting my clay--pottery and sculpture--out in nature, especially water--and taking photos, aiming to capture something evocative or expressive.  Sometimes I have very specific artistic goals; sometimes I'm goofing or experimenting.  The results have ranged from the silly to the sublime--as you can see if you examine the many such shots I've included in this blog--and sometimes I've wanted the silly or the sublime, depending on mood and interest.  My main approach is intuitive.

("The Door" or "The Drowned Man" series are among the most successful postings, I think.)

Art involves expression and exploration, and these pieces allow me to experiment.  My recent "Frog-Man II" captures loss and longing, I'd argue, in the juxtaposition of the situation I placed my sculpture in, that natural setting ten feet beneath the surface, with the specific features and expression I'd sculpted into that particular clay-face, that specific clay-head.

I think about displacement.  Artist Jay Trinidad wrote to me about how art works:

"Art works by displacing.  I think displacement is an essential element.  It needs to pitch you out of your own experience."

JT works more ethically, more in the veins of social justice and sheer beauty, than I do, but one element of my work would have to be displacement, surprising you with the clay, the worked clay, in the natural settings.  Perhaps that surprise catches you -- makes your footing just a bit uneven, makes you laugh at the absurdity or boneheadedness of what I do --catches you enough to slip inside, to spur or spark a reaction or a recognition in the face of oddity or silliness or some deeper emotion.  Sometimes, my pieces are illustrative, meant to tell a story, sure, but also to highlight the natural environment, and my clay contribution would subside in terms of attention.  Other times, I am seeking an emotional recognition.  Many of my pieces are sad, I think, for grief is one of the deepest feelings I know.  Others are enhanced, made better, by the watery environment.  A bowl in a stream is just clay in water, but it is also, perhaps, an offering to beauty, to the muses.  A mask on a mollusk is a slightly different offering.

And there are nine muses, each with a different temper and temperment.

I try to please each and every one of them.

Visage:
Silverstone clay;
Oribe & Abalone glazes;
leather cord--
and assorted kelp forest denizens.

Notebook: Dive Thoughts

1.    Scribble, scribble, Mr. Gibbon:
A box of saltines,
Two cans of sardines,
And a bottle of Irish:
I feel ready.

2.  Wearing the 20-pound weightbelt
three hours straight diving and paddling
may have been a mistake--I realized,
as the first muscle spasms started in my back,
40 minutes out from Moody's in Mendocino--
but every diver knows, whether weightbelt or tank,
it's lighter if you never take it off.

3.  Why do I keep putting
these clay pieces underwater?
I don't quite know,
but I do and I do.

4.  See photos.

5.  Maybe free diving wasn't such a good idea with this temporary crown in my mouth.

Frog-Man II

Frog-Man
Sculpted 2011 or earlier;
Photos August 2018.

Sculpture mix; glazed with transparent brown and (lightly, quickly) sea-foam.
(I was expecting more green from the sea-foam, but that was a misjudgment on my part.)