Actually, Guestbook, is the wrong name for it. To me Guestbook implies a memory book with poignant comments left by a clutch of visitors. Historical. Reception-y. Funereal.
And, if a simple listing of visitors and their comments is not the main goal, how to make sure the thing does what it’s supposed to do? I think I know!
Once upon a time I was a Commission-Phobe. I wrote that taking on a commission was like picking a scab: a bit hurtful and self-destructive.
It was true for me at the time and you can read my reasoning here. I have the horror stories to go with them: unreasonable deadlines, unending emails, design changes requested when it was too late, money refunded, non-payment. And I learned from them.
Since that post, the special request tide has turned. It’s not that my reasons for hating commissions were proven wrong. They are all still profoundly true, but I manage the associated difficulties in suitable ways and I find myself welcoming select commissions with grace and ease.Read More >
I’ve had a fine old time connecting with 19 out of 53 (36% so far!) folks from the “Local Talkers 2009” series of mini face jugs that I made back then and am now giving away to the folks who unwittingly posed for them. IF I can find them!
The whole idea is described in my last post, if you’d like to delve further. That post also contains the list of all 53 names AND who’s been located so far. I keep updating it and I will also include the shortened list at the end of this entry as well.Read More >
I am parting out and giving away this group of 53 miniature face jugs from 2009. They come with the caveat that I am hoping to give each one to the person who, unbeknownst to them, was the inspiration for it. After six years, that is still possible – a few have already been delivered! – but it will take some time and help getting the word out. Desperately seeking these folks – and the folks who know these folks – to put us in touch and complete a circle I never knew I was making.
The Backstory, The Epiphany, Spreading the Word and the List of Names follows.
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 >