Time's Wicked Current

Rum-tee-tum-tee-tum-tum.
Sipping rum, watching "Into the Blue" with the director's commentary going, and remembering a long-anticipated Hawaiian dive-trip with my late best friend back in 2008.

Time has a wicked current, you know?


(If you want to know more about the clay mask, check here.)

I Have A Kelp Tattoo

I love kelp.

Neptune: A Mask (with Visual Backstory)

Neptune: the latest mask for the wall.

Sculpture mix; transparent brown, floating blue, shino, studio-green, denim, and celadon glazing, splashed and layered.

Sculpture mix, formed and drying before the first firing.

Bisqued, with the raw glazes dripped and splashed . . . .

If you compare Neptune in this last shot to the first one, or to the watery versions I've posted previously, you can see how much lighting and background can influence the captured image.

Neptune works best, so far, if I hold the mask in my hands in direct sunlight and turn it this way and that to appreciate the play of so many colors and so much sparkle from the shiny glazing and the many textures.  A lucky piece, I think.

Neptune: A Close-Up

A comment elsewhere: "I court watery luck with all the ardor I can muster."

I need to make those pool workouts happen again; I need to make that ocean time--free diving or kayaking--happen again.  I need . . . .

Neptune: A Preview

Neptune: the latest mask for the wall.

Sculpture mix; transparent brown, floating blue, shino, studio-green, denim, and celadon glazing, splashed and layered.

Neptune: A Mask

Neptune: sculpture mix; green, denim, trans-brown, and shino glazing, layered.

Becoming Poseidon

Embracing process.
Maybe the smile on the mask had something to do with my own appreciation to be playing with clay again after a hiatus.
Or, maybe the Greek god Poseidon has his own matters to be happy about.  I am the channel, only, after all.

Poseidon: Mask

Wet clay.

Playing: Baby Elephant, Pig-Head, Mask, Fish

(Unfocused pig-head: self-portrait #51?)

Mask: Triton

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

Archilochos: Grains of Salt

Three Pieces from Archilochos, the ancient Greek poet, translated by Guy Davenport:

With ships so trim and narrow,

Ropes fast and sails full,

I ask of the gods that

Our comrades have a wind too,

That they meet neither tall wave

Nor reef.

                 All fortune be with them.

Let us hide the sea-king's gifts,

The wrecked dead Poseidon brings.

Their lives

Held in the arms

Of the waves.

--Archilochos

from Guy Davenport's 7 Greeks,

A New Directions Book: New York, 1995.

(I've posted shots of this sculpture in the past here.)