Saturday, May 18, 2013

Susie's Birthday / So Glad That You Were Born...

Wrights and Microorganisms

South of San Gregorio Beach

Second Favorite Terrier

Metal Biological Grate by the Bay

Mechanical Man at The Exploratorium

Kinetic Toothpick Sculpture

Glowing Cell Model

The Pyramid
The Ferry Building

Semolina Pudding Burrito and Candied Lemon with Ice Cream

Zucchini Cake and Feta Stuffed Calamari at Kokkari

Green Metal Tower Sculptures

Textured Succulent

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Tool Redux

Portable Class-Taking Fishing Tackle Toolbox  

There was a flurry of activity in my shed a few weeks ago. Now it is somewhat trashed, awaiting a good mask and wet/dry vacuum style clean-up. Next week, I'm going to sort and clean my tools. There is currently really bad tool feng shui on the premises. It's high time to sort through all of my many stamps, sprig molds, button molds, cookie cutters, and hand tools. The problem: I love tools. So, it's really difficult for me to get rid of them. The biggest problem is a slab roller that is taking up too much counter space. How it will all shake out, is anyone's guess!   
  
Filthy Hand Tools Arranged in Surgical Style

Rolling Pins and Sprig Molds

Rollers and Giant Stamps

Thickness Guides and Tiny Extruders

Monday, May 6, 2013

Post Mortem

Too tired to unpack for a while...

The Santa Cruz Clay Show and Sale wrapped up yesterday. I had some great conversations with people. It was enjoyable to see old friends, and to make new ones. One of my fourth grade students actually travelled over the hill, with her parents, to see the show. It was good for her to see some other clay work. This is a student that I looped, so she was in my class last year, as well. I suspected that she had contracted the clay virus last year, and now I know for sure that she's hooked. This morning, before school started, she was talking about some of the work that she had seen at the show.

I had an interesting conversation with a Cabrillo student. He previously visited my house during Open Studios last October.  He talked about getting a kiln, and starting up his own studio. We discussed how eventually, class assignments become tiresome. If you want to learn how to make something, you have to make that something a few times, if not several times. Class assignments are one time only deals. If you liked making one, there isn't really a chance to repeat the project. So, you're left wondering what could have been. I brought up my experience at the Museu Picasso in Barcelona. Picasso made something each day. He repeated the work until he came to an understanding, and then he would move on. This is something that no class can really teach. It is a thirst to know, and to solve self-generated problems.

I learned many things over the weekend. I learned that I brought way too much work. I learned that renting a U Haul is a big pain, and is unprofitable. I didn't get much positive feedback about some new work that I've been doing, which really bummed me out. But, I'm hoping that if I get into Open Studios, showing this type of new work in my house, in a gallery-like setting (with walls) will make it more visually pleasing. I also learned that my family is really supportive. My friends are fabulously kind. These were all good lessons to absorb.  


Heavy, ungainly, but cool sawhorses...

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

May Day


This might be one of the most anxious times of the year for me.  Tomorrow night is Open House for parents and students in my fourth grade classroom.  We're finishing up our electric circuit boards, and hurriedly sewing our individual flags of California.  We're making work folders and Mother's Day presents.  We're writing famous Californian oral reports.  Our silkworms are starting to spin their cocoons.  We're passing off times tables as fast as we can.  Two thirds of the students are done, and now the last few kids need to really attack their facts.  Next week is the state test, the one that means so much to so many people.  Judgement day for all.  In addition, I will be moving my classroom at the end of this year, so it's also time to start purging and packing.

This weekend is Santa Cruz Clay, a show that will last for two days, and hopefully will help me to make some empty space in my studio!  Will I be grading papers AND manning my booth?  Hope not!  I think that all of my lesson planning is ready for next week.

When I realized that it was May Day today, I kept hearing a fighter pilot repeating urgently, "May Day! May Day!"  It feels a little bit like my plane is in a nose dive.  But, then I thought back to a May Day from childhood, where a neighbor once hung a homemade delicate cone of flowers on the knob of our front door.  I still remember the nosegay of pansies.  It was lovely and so thoughtful.

By far, my favorite May Day was spent in Rome.  I had given notice at my job.  We had navigated awkwardly through Fiumicino.  Grant, Susie, and I had just walked out of the front door of our hotel, to begin our first official day in Europe.  Suddenly, we got caught up in a parade of marchers carrying banners for May Day.  We walked for a while, the only marchers not wearing red.  I kept thinking that Larry would be horrified if he knew.  It was such a glorious feeling, to be in such an amazing city, and to be part of an enthusiastic crowd of unified workers.  So, I'm choosing to think back on this particular, memorable May Day.  Ahhhhh, the dazzle and the forgetfulness of cares that travel brings.

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Santa Cruz Clay Prep




The garage has become a busy hive of activity. All of the pieces are selected and priced. Now the packing begins. I decided to rent a van, so that I would only have to make one trip to haul everything to the show. Hopefully, the entire plan will come together next weekend!














Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Green Fades to Yellow

Grazing on the last of the green grass...

 I am fascinated by the time of year between the end of spring, and the beginning of summer. The hills are transitioning from vibrant green, to subdued ochre. Today's commute home was lovely. There is just a last hint of water in the hills. Soon it will be unbearably hot and dusty here. The cows will cluster underneath any nearby trees. And, I will stay on my side of the mountain, enjoying foggy ocean mornings, and doing as I please all day long.

More straw than emerald...

Summer is approaching...

Along the fenceline...

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Creativity?


Over the years, I've had a few students that sit in their desks, and literally do nothing for the entire year. Not only do they not do the non-fun classwork, that we're all required to do by the state, but they don't really relish participating in the fun activities that we do as a class. I have to take the role of head negotiator/chief nag, in order to squeeze anything from these students. At first, I spend a great deal of think time, figuring out how to motivate them. Then, after a few months, I realize that they aren't going to have any buy-in, no matter what I do, try, or say. Thankfully, this is a tiny percentage of the school population.

One quality that each of these students has had in common is destructiveness. They shred paper and throw it on the floor. They chop crayons into tiny bits and throw the bits on the floor. They often cannot sit on chairs or use a desk properly, so they end up breaking furniture from hard use after a year. Another quality that they have in common, is that their parents often tell me how creative or gifted their students are. This baffles me. I always think of creative people as those that "make" or "do". It is part of the creative drive to produce, whether it is writing, being an athlete, being a scientist, being a historian, being an actor, being musical, being a leader, or making art. So, it is curious that these students are identified with this term. Maybe it is wishful thinking on the part of the parents. Maybe I'm just not seeing it. Maybe there is a hibernation period, and these students need some down time, before their creativity germinates. Maybe I am like Albert Einstein's teacher, or William Morris' teacher. William Morris famously said, "I learned nothing, for next to nothing was taught."

I often wonder if many teachers in the past ran across this phenomenon, or if it's more modern. Food for thought.