Wednesday, September 15, 2010


rrgh waiting for some online bookkeepeeng downloads.
Takes fo'eva..
.the upside? Had time to find this blog again!
 This post = tapping fingers on desk.
Visualize us
sitting with legs crossed (below the knees) in our 40s secretarial glamor, tapping a wellshod foot to some vintage swing...moderate, patient as ever.

Something like this...
oh wait, not that one. 
This one?
hm hah, nope, not that one. Don't we WISH we were in studio carving.
Or moving along with Testing slip. This was on sculpey, greenware, and NSP kleenklay. *Note: try this again, covered and damp-boxed. They dried too fast on the edges and 

of course then
they cracked.
ok all downloads done...thanks for your time  :~).. ttfn

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

really, molds this time. more on the concrete line

YIN Yang

Om Sweet Om
eight spoked wheel of Buddhism

moldmaking and other events

Kickin Devil Cafe will finally get a big ol' bronco on the front of the cafe. Size about 6' x 6'; plan is to paint the open stencil areas black with a sponge/giant stomp, then go in with a brush later IF it cools off enough to work outside on the same day we have no rain, on the same day two tall ladders are available, and WHEN mj picks up a gallon of black exterior latex.
The image is spliced onto two 3' strips, then cut out with yer basic exacto. Love those razor sharp edges of a new blade! Makes it so easy.  *Note to Mom, "Look Ma, no blood!"

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Dream & Do

SO, this has been a Very Longtime Dream.
A place of our own, a space for inspiration and exploration
 with many tools and toys
and open discussion of how, what and a glimpse of why   I create.

 Starting with some pictures from my back pages...these are some stepping stones cast in concrete. Started as carvings...some of them were foam blocks, some plaster, some plastilena, some clay and several were combinations, like plaster over foam. 
The intent was to create stone circles for garden paths using the symbols of Eight major world religions.  The garden is for many of us, our spiritual home. The ground zero, if you will, of our connectivity with the web of life.  
I don't really consider myself a good gardener but mm mm I love dirt. My dog's a digger. Both of us really appreciate that good clean dirt smell. Pine needle dirt, clay dirt, garden loam dirt, hot dry gravel on a mountainside dirt. There's a million kind of dirt smells.
I see wine appreciation courses offered around town. Anyone up for a refreshing introductory class on the deliciousness of dirt?  
Is this deletable?