Tribbles on Atlantic Beach

tribbletrouble-1  It’s July on Atlantic Beach, NC 2007. Why didn’t anyone warn you?

You’re out in the waves boogie-boarding. Something prickly and hairy wraps around your leg in the water. Then a wave washes over you and one prickly thing gets in your hair. Another gets stuck in your suit. You try not to panic as you desperately convince yourself these aren’t hungry sea creatures about to sting or bite, but just grizzly tendrils of kelp tribbles.

You make your way to shore  to discover the beach is now  covered in tribbles that seem to be taking over the world. You decide to build a sand castle. You gather the tribbles, using them to fill and reinforce the wall strength in your sculptural and architectural endeavor.  You laugh and joke that it’s a good thing there are so many tribbles because they’re such a fabulous asset inside of sand castle walls for stabilization, but you know in your heart your just trying to bury the stinking things from sight. You collect and bury all the tribbles you can get to until it’s finally so dark you have to go home.  tribbles copy

That night you praise yourself for the wonderful work you did conquering tribbles. After your shower, you cut open the seamless lining in your bathing suit with a pair of scissors -not because you want to, but because you have to in order to pour out the 1.8 pounds of sand that was lambasted into your suit by the force of the Atlantic Beach waves and has collected in the crotch. -the same waves that shredded the kelp beds just off shore.

The next morning you return to the beach to discover the walls of your castle still standing, yet there are even more tribbles then there were yesterday. Some seem to be moving. You begin anew. A ship just off shore called the U.S.S. Enterprise sends out a distress call…

Liberation from the Obsequious Vestment

Liberation by Kim Marchesseault

I swear the model really posed like this! He says he never works out, either. I’ve been finishing this one up and just recently figured out what direction to go with it.

This one was going to be light hearted and all beauty, but I seem to have weighed it down with a giant title. Thing is, the title feels right to me so I’m going to leave it even if it means no one looks twice at it because it’s too deep.

I can do rainbows and sunshine and flowers too, just not in this piece.

The birdhouse massacre

Birdhouse by Troy Marchesseault What mother wouldn’t love sucBirdhouse by Troy Marchesseaulth a gorgeous, hand painted birdhouse from a wonderful, two-year-old son?  He worked hard to paint these perches bright red. I love this thing. I’ll save it forever.  Birds never moved in… This is my favorite birdhouse in the world.

Troy’s baseball season is starting up soon. He’s going to be eleven in a few weeks.

Murals make a million smiles

Kingswood Elementary Mural with artist Kelly Sari We had a lot of fun at Kingswood Elementary in Cary, NC working on these murals with artist, Kelly Sari. I was lucky to be able to volunteer for this project. There are eight panekingswood2_0122ls in all with each representing native species of fish and sea life in various areas of North Carolina. I believe every student at Kingswood participated  with sketching and painting.

In some areas of the mural panels  you could see drippy dots and Kelly  said it was really important to leave these because they  were made by kids from special ed classes. She wanted to make sure every child in the school could come back and see their contribution. These will hang in the Kingswood Elementary Media Center.

Kingswood’s PTA raised money to pay for a grant that allowed Kelly to come to Kingswood and do this project with the kids.

Winterpast Farm

twin goats and Mary Droessler of Winterpast Farm Late to pottery throwing class because her llama trailer wouldn’t fit in the parking garage at NC State??? I heard this and I knew a future good friend had arrived. She’s a single mother of four who keeps emus, goats, llamas, chickens, dogs, geese…I don’t know how she does it, honestly. Mary Droessler, welcome to the blogosphere.

Little red boat on a vast green sea

S.S. Marchesseault  No doubt this boat is heading to Where the Wild Things Are. I was thinking about a day in preschool art class when we watched an episode of “The Dinosaurs” . The baby dinosaur knocked a bowl of oatmeal on the floor. He exclaimed, “Look what I made!!” then he looked into the camera and said, “Art.”

Afterward, one 4-year-old child spilled his snack on the floor and he started to get upset but then instead he said, “Look, I made Art!”. A girl next to him said, “But it’s not good art.” We laughed and laughed.

Where do these precocious little artists and art critics come from and how did they wind up in my class?

Is it hot in here?

Party in my kiln, Kim Marchesseault View of my loaded kiln. Everything has a brilliant red glow at this time in the heat. I’ve used three types of clay here,

  • White sculpture clay -hated fighting the grog while trying to sculpt details, but this is a fabulous, strong clay that quickly erases it’s “clay memory” and is rapidly able to stand on it’s own during sculpting.
  • Speckled brown -medium amount of grog. Bisque fires to a fleshy pink, fire to cone 5 for tan color with brown specks that is gorgeous.
  • B3 by Laguna -small amount of grog which means this clay is more prone to cracking, but slow drying takes care of that issue. This will bisque to a chocolate brown or can be fired to cone 5 for an almost black color.

Firing to cone 06 this time.