The Salt Embrace III

The Watcher

Sculpture mix; glazed with nutmeg.

Blue: On Point

(A good day out off Pacific Grove.
2/4/2012.)

Watch-Cat

Or, Profile Pic (Feline)

Motley, 17+.  Still purring . . . .

(Dear Mom, You'd appreciate this shot.
Remembering Charlie, Sam, Kitty-Cat, Piggy, Willie, Smokey & Tiger
as well as you this day, this season.)

Rudi too, of course.

On Watch

Guardian (mask): sculpture mix; brown and green glazing, layered, sponged; copper wire.

The Watcher (Not at Dusk)

Dusk

I call this one The Watcher.

Sculpture mix; nutmeg and brown glazing.

Tonight felt right for pulling him out and taking a few potshots.

Dusky, dusky mood.

My mother would have been 76 today.

From my earliest days, she fostered my devotion to stories and magic.

Real magic: the sort you can find in the webbing of a frog's foot, in the whiskers of a ginger cat, in the earth around a tomato plant's roots, and in the sand, rock, and salt of the seashore. Driftwood, windfall, found coin. I am the son of a witch, as she always claimed, for which I am so grateful.

I wish you'd found the time and space to learn the piano, Mom. When I realize that I've been putting something -- some possible joy, however arduous or demanding -- off for too too long, I think of that wish of yours.