Art Openings. I used to think they were about The Art. Nah. They’re about the people who come to see the art – and just possibly the artists.
The Art matters mightily, don’t get me wrong, but The Opening Moment affords a certain focused richness and therefore matters more in real time. It’s this Moment that I address here, which is informally subtitled, “What Really Happened at the First Friday Opening for my 99 Cans of Beer on the Wall Exhibit at Roscoe Ceramic Gallery in Oakland, CA.”
Glory Be! It’s here!
My first ever Solo Show, “99 Cans of Beer on the Wall” is installed for the month of May at Roscoe Ceramic Gallery in Oakland, CA.
You’re invited, whether in person or virtually. Or both. I love that. You can see the display, purchase a piece or two, or just say hey. It all counts.Read More >
Glossophobia, fear of speaking, ranks higher than fear of death for most people, so I am feeling most fortunate that I got through my Artist’s Talk/Demo at my ceramic alma mater, Cabrillo College, without leaving my body in either physical or mental form.Read More >
I have a fabulous Artist’s Talk and Demo at Cabrillo College Ceramics planned. Got my talking points, props and handouts in line. Have some great Segment Titles, such as “Failures of Concept and Skill,” a couple of which are shown in the photo.
Even so, I expect my earnestly laid plans to veer off-road – and I truly hope they do!Read More >
One of the topics the Cabrillo Mud Heads Ceramics Club members requested I talk about this coming Friday was my experience transitioning from a ceramic student to a career ceramic artist. I have plenty to say on that subject, especially as it pertains to the general arc of Mistakes and Making Them Right.
Case in point: ordering too many thousands of postcards for Open Studios in 2013.Read More >
I was invited to give a three-hour Artist’s Talk/Demo at Cabrillo College Ceramics and it’s coming up this Friday.
While I gladly said yes about a month ago, I am now wondering just who volunteered me behind my back, because the scaredy-catted introverted hide-in-her-studio artist has got the dithers. My Inner Critic, Scylla, is quite sure I will suck in the most boringly didactic way possible. That the crowd will politely suffer my foolishness and drift off at the first break and it will be The Worst Talk Ever.Read More >
A few years ago, my friend and clay buddy John Albrecht sat me down and described his passionate idea for a new clay place. What he outlined back then was not just ambitious, it was a little outrageous. It would be a place, he said, that reached out to both clay diehards AND clay newbies. It sounded like my kind of theme park: excellent facilities, enticing projects for spontaneous drop-ins, members’ studio space and privileges, local clay artists available for consultations, date nights, movies, interesting flex hours. Oh, and a gallery with exhibits and work for sale.Read More >