Lady

 

The Salt Embrace III

The Watcher

Sculpture mix; glazed with nutmeg.

Helpers

From the Water

Crime novel cover art
or social commentary?

Adonais: Spring Beckons

. . . and time reckons.

Munich Stone

Salt Glance

Silverstone clay;
Reitz's Green glazing.

Face: Fresh from the Kiln

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

He lacks a name as yet . . . .

Glaze-Time

It has been a long time . . . .

Woad (II)

2011: Clay

I've always loved the play of water over clay.

Breather

Reprise: Face in the Water

Asilomar tidepool: clay mask.

April 13th, 2014.

Green Man, Weary

Clay: soldate;

glazes: oribe and sea foam.

I was lucky with the blending, I think.

Face Your Inner Fish

Face your fears?

Face your fish.

Frogfish:
stoneware; blue and brown glazing.

Aquaman

Aquaman, Aquamatt:
2015 version.

Drought

Merman in wire and kelp:
a few weeks out of the sea.

The Intertidal Zone

Between the high and the low;
Between the here and the there.

Clay mask (small):
sculpture mix; shiny black and shino glazing.

Face in the Mirror

I once went on a camping trip to Fish Lake and didn't shave for a week, which meant I didn't look at my face in a mirror for a week.  We were in the woods, so no shop windows to check my hair, no car windows to glance at my reflection.  Sure, I could have looked at my face in the surface of the lake, just as Eve did after God had created her--and she saw an absolutely beautiful creature, so beautiful that Adam was a real let-down when she first saw him--but I didn't think to look at my face in the water while fishing.  I don't think I would have had an Eve-like experience anyway.

Instead, I was surprised when I got home at the end of the week, staggered into the bathroom, exhausted from a long day hiking, swimming, and fishing and from an 8 or 9 hour drive, and stood in front of the mirror on the medicine cabinet, reaching for my toothbrush and toothpaste.  (And yes, I'd been brushing all week long; don't get distracted from my story.)  So, a week away from a mirror and when I looked I saw a stranger.  I saw myself as I guess I really am.   I saw the wideness of my jawbones, the narrowness of my chin, the skinny roundness of my nose, the shaggy eyebrows, the bright blue eyes.  I saw all that and the rest from a different perspective, a perspective not governed by my own ideas of myself, not governed by the way I'd always thought of my face (unremarkable, but mine).  

I looked in that mirror, and I saw myself, but only for a moment, a flash of sight, and then there was just me, just Matt, looking back at me, a slightly quizzical look on my face as if that reflected self were amused by all that had passed so swiftly through my brain.  'Thinking too much again,' Mirror-Matt said, 'It's just you and me here.'  

I looked frankly at myself in that mirror, and I laughed.

--entry found in an old notebook back in 2014

(lightly edited)

Face In The Water

Face: 
sculpture mix; transparent black and shino glazes.

New Mask: The Painted Man

The Painted Man (Math-theow): 
sculpture mix; denim, stormy blue, green, and transparent brown glazing, layered; leather strip.