December 30, 2011

strong bones humble bones

When I made this pot, I was thinking about bird's nests. Then I decided it would make a nice pot for my brother, who requested a small piece to put his spare change and other things from his pockets in. And then I forgot to give it to him for Christmas... eventually it will find it's way into his possession.

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Until then, I call it my Humble Pot, because it turned out so lopsided and rumbly, that it reminds me that I mess up. A lot. That sometimes, all is not well.

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I am looking forward to the new year- I've only set one goal for myself, and I am determined to see it through. I did well on last year's resolutions. It really is amazing what can be accomplished in a year...

ps. look at my cute nephew :)
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December 22, 2011

So hats off to the bull, no giving up. (Chevelle)

it's going to be a long weekend home with the family, long in many ways. I will try to be pliant like a long reed bending in the wind, no giving up.

meanwhile here is the pink one. it's misshapen and cracked but it's big and holds all my hairbrushes. Plus, there's this dollop of white glaze amongst the pink that's just lovely.

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the pink one

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December 20, 2011

this one, this one

Yes, I have a dusty shelf.
This one, I am most proud of.
It's like a thin dried up leaf in late fall, the ones that are brown and crumble at the touch- this one too is thin, and fine, full of graceful veins of blue.
It calls to me, of decay and rebirth and the deepness of brown, the richness of the earth.

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December 19, 2011

the green one

the glaze turned out fabulous on this little green one.
the texture came out nicely too... just a few swipes with the wooden tool.

the green one

textures

shapes

December 18, 2011

little yellow pot

I love love love the shape of this little pot; the graceful curve of the side is exactly what I was aiming for. I love it when the shape of a pot comes out well.

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and the little swirl inside makes me giddy as well.

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I've realized tonight it is tricky to photograph pottery: the shape and the color are very hard to capture. I need a better camera!

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December 17, 2011

good morning

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Each day for the next 9 days I'll be displaying a photograph of one of my most recent pieces from ceramics class. This is a small yellow mug I made, that is ridiculously ugly, but in an aren't you adorable sort of way. I love the cheery yellow color.

also, first snowfall in Chicago this morning!

first snowfall of winter.

December 13, 2011

this city of mine

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sometimes on random Mondays or happy Tuesdays or bored Wednesdays and freezing Thursdays, in between the Fridays and Sundays, i catch myself wondering at the lack of love in my heart for this city. this city of mine.

looking north

there is nothing wrong with it.
it's really very beautiful.
and you can't beat that lake.

i just
don't
love it.

sometimes i beg for it to prove itself to me, to try to win my love.
sometimes i work tirelessly, wandering it's streets looking for something about it to love.
but in the end, my heart is unmoved.
i am wondering whether this is ok.
and if it is not, what then?

December 10, 2011

mess

Day 74 - There is a God.

I've been all over the place this week. Things are in an upheaval at work and my natural inclination is to hibernate for 1.2 million years so I can slowly analyze everything and contemplate and think and change my mind 3.4 million times, living out every possible scenario until I feel at peace, and then emerge and go on with my life. But life isn't like that, and so my mind steals my sleep, waking me up way too early on a Saturday, racing around and giving the pit of my stomach a queasy doubt. The only thing I can do is to move forward.

I know that it will all work itself out. I know to be patient. I know to expect less than I want, that I'm not in complete control of every outcome. I know that, in the end, I will be ok.

But despite all that, I must live in the present, and step forward cautiously, slowly, trying to break as few eggshells as possible, when all I want to do is smash and stop and stampede through the next few weeks.

I awoke to the sun rushing through my window, and lay in the warmth, thinking for a good hour. In winter, being warmed by the sun is such a luxury. I am reading Into the Wild, and feel myself drawn to nature. I would love nothing more than to pack it all up and hike in the woods for a few days, to clear my mind and body of this city, but that's not the kind of life I have. I've been thinking a lot about existence, and why we chose the lives we do, and how much power we really have to change them. Money and comfort define so many of our decisions. It is one of my policies to insert love as much as possible into every equation of life- motivation, how and where to spend my time, my money, my talents- everything- I want to reflect back to love. I want to be bold enough, to take the risk to make decisions based on love, not money or comfort or my own self-agenda. It is not an easy thing to do, not at all.

I seem to have given myself a lot to think about.

November 30, 2011

odds. ends.

Sometimes I blog because there's just so much going on in my life that I need a place to sort it out, sort of.

First off: seriously, deliriously, considering buying myself this faux fur throw. Ridiculously expensive, but I somehow feel like indulging right now. I've fallen in love with Restoration Hardware over thanksgiving, and love the beautifully crafted everything in that store. That's the sort of style I picture my dream home to have. My grey stone cabin surrounded by purple flowers in some woods with an outdoor kiln and place to do pottery... this is as ambitious as my dreams get, folks.

Tomorrow I start carpooling: the past 8 months of biking have left my lower half in ridiculously good shape, but I decided today after biking in 5 total layers in 25 degree weather, that it's time to give my body a break and start carpooling. I would put it off longer, but I don't want to spend 140 on a month metra pass, when I know I won't be able to bike until through the whole month of december. I really hate carpooling though, because it adds an hour total to my commute each day and nothing is as peaceful as the metra. Hopefully my dad will get my car fixed soon soon soon. When he does I will commute to work and learn French through tapes.

Saw my friends from high school over the break and it was downright delightful.

Picked up my pottery pieces yesterday, overall: B. There are one or two pieces I am really proud of, the rest are just exercises in honing my skill. I have about 1.2 million ideas that I want to realize in clay, so all i need is about 1.2 million minutes and my creation craving soul will be sated. read: my commute sucks.

I just downloaded the ebook version of A Walk in the Woods. Should be amazing. Can't wait. I also get the Economist again, and Time mag (thanks, Susan!) which had an excellent article on anxiety this week, and the quarterly (physical copy) of City Journal. So, lots to read. I read a great article on the train tonight about women in the workplace in the Economist, before falling into a deep sleep on the train.

I have been working hard hard hard on my website, and it is looking nice if I do say so myself. Of course I am going the extra mile and including some jQuery code for a nice effect, which means teaching myself jQuery and java. I hope to get a lot done on it this weekend. It is my ticket out, folks.

I love the cold crisp air, but don't love the dryness of winter.
I lost my headphones.
My room looks amazing. My dad helped me make some furniture on Thanksgiving day. Pictures of that to come as well.
I was hung over for the beginning half of this day. No regrets.
The models at work are coming to a close, but I reckon if the teeth model ever gets out there into the world it will be a miracle.
Christmas lights are the best.
I've been kicking butt lately in most of my Scrabble games. It's like something clicked, after playing it for a year, multiple games a week, and all I can do is win.
Hoping my gma heals quickly. I am not ready for her to not be on this earth.

I'm just ready for the snow. I love winter.

November 14, 2011

mad dash

sometimes, after an emotionally tough day, i just run. i tie my laces, don the sports bra, and dash out of my house. i hit the pavement, all the emotions and energy of the day coursing through me at once. i let my body pick the speed, and usually it is fast, with head high, arms and legs synchronous, a song like "Lost in the World" by Bon Iver and Kanye blaring in my ears. i lose myself in the movement, and let all the emotions rise up in me, and pound them out through the pavement.

tonight was such a run- it's not exactly cathartic physically- i can't sustain such dashing and sprinting, so i usually run until i feel sick, then walk a bit, then run again, until my limbs are limp. physically, no, this doesn't feel great- i prefer long runs at a steady pace. but emotionally, this is fantastic.

tonight i ran. i ran and sprinted and lifted my knees and my head to the heavens, and poured out my soul. as i ran i shed pounds of emotions, until i felt lighter than in a long time, and floated on the wind home. i sat by the lake and pondered things, and the muses touched me, phrases and ideas flitted through my mind. i let go to the bottom of the black lake all that i had carried through the day - all the stones and rocks that others had given me to carry, and i dropped them with a giant heave in the cold waters. free, i smiled the entire run home, and even chuckled to myself, thinking, of all the curious looks on the faces of passersby, i don't care what you think of me. i just, don't care.

life seems to be this balancing act of caring about others and then not caring. of deciding what is worthy to carry and what needs to be dropped.

tonight i dropped it all and flew home.

November 09, 2011

muses.

there is something about the way an artist moves... a grace that is unseen in any other part of life. except for maybe the way a tree bends in the wind.

i remember watching a Harvard violinist stand in the middle of a church and play a solo by heart, from the heart, and move with every note. I will never forget the movement, which struck me more than the music he played. just watching him made me feel like a part of the performance, convinced me of his sincerity and belief in the music he played and the instrument he used.

I've also witnessed this when throwing on the wheel- my really great instructors have this movement with the turn of the wheel and the lift of raising clay and shaping it, little nods and elbow movements and grunts that match their actions and the shape of the clay. I know my own eyes glaze over as I study the shape of the rotating clay and my head is always in movement, looking at the clay from all directions. Sometimes I close my eyes and feel only with my hands the various lumps and memorizing where they are, where more pressure needs to be applied. little graces.

at the SOFA on saturday, we watched a glass artist spinning some glass. I noted that he too had movements like a violinist, as he constantly spun the hot glass at a steady pace, his shoulders would roll back and his head would follow, and then forward again, as he gently shaped the glass, his graceful body movements making a graceful piece of glass.

there is something about art, something whole and physical, and transcending... something that makes ordinary people, people who are gawky perhaps when walking or kicking a soccer ball, to suddenly become graceful conduits when enveloped in their art.

may I be such a conductor of art, that it may flow through me with no pride or ego to stop it or sully it, and may it transform my being into something beautiful, and leave me as pure as it came. may I be like water, a smooth and free conduit of electricity, of art, let it pass through me to electrify something, someone else. may I be worthy, and have the skills, to make even one graceful movement when overcome by art.

may I.

November 05, 2011

some saturday

Started things off this morning with a brisk 9.3 mile run. Some context: the furthest I've run in the past year has been 3 miles at a time... but, Clarence and I kept a steady 10:30 pace, and finished in around an hour 40 minutes. No walking! And the Ghiardelli chocolate fondue at the end was marvelous.



Man am I sore!
I cannot begin to tell you what this race and not walking it means to me. I didn't train, but I still pushed hard, something I usually don't do. There's something to be said about pushing limits and the unique emotion and confidence that fills your being afterwards.

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Afterwards, of course, I went to the hot tub and soaked my aches away.
bliss.

Then I went to the SOFA and was inspired by these graceful pieces by Shayna Leib William G. Turnbull and Susan Taylor Glasgow (respectively). There were some great forms this year at the SOFA. Right now I find myself enamored and fixated on forms. The balance, precision, and creation of space.
bliss again.




October 29, 2011

guiltless trust


i have no plans for the evening, no plans for Halloween, and no plans for the weekend.

and let me be completely honest. it's not because i had places to go, but turned them all down. it's not because i've been avoiding social contact. it's simply because no one invited me to go anywhere, or to do anything.

normally, i'd have some little guilt monster sitting on my back, or face, or wherever the monster chose to sit, poking my ego, my heart, saying you loser! no one wants to hang out with you! no one likes you! you're dull! your face is dull! you have no friends! all of which would lead to me feeling panicked and lonely and spending the night/day/weekend with someone i really didn't want to spend time with, neglecting my art projects/laundry/bills to do something i really didn't want to be doing, just getting more stressed because i really have so little time to myself, or to sleep, as it is.

well fuck that.

(alright, now to be more completely honest, i was just invited to a movie tonight. which i turned down.)

i am completely at peace tonight, this weekend, not doing anything social. i know its not because i'm dull, or have no one in my life that wants to spend time with me (although true, the majority of my friends don't live in this city). i just... wasn't invited out. and, to be fair, i didn't invite anyone to do anything. and i'm not making many phone calls this weekend, many of which i do need to make, to catch up on friends. this weekend, i just don't desire human contact. and what freedom, what bliss at this point in my life, to be able to make that choice and be able to follow through on it. blessings.

i trust that God knows what he's doing. that while at this time in my life, most of my friends are not here physically, that i am dating no one (and have no prospects), and have no family nearby, I can use this time to debug my computer, make some long delayed art, finish my website and get a new job, read yet another book, fine-tune my Ponzi scheme, and yes, do laundry.

i've been overburdened with social obligations in the past, frazzled, and even had to force myself to turn off my phone and computer one night a week to get some peace to myself, which i desperately need in order to function. even just last weekend i spent in the constant company of a delightful friend in st louis (see above photo). and next weekend, it is full with a race and an art show and a soccer game and bible study and possibly a visit from the parents... so this weekend, i will take my peace and quiet, guilt and monster free, with a heart full of trust.

and bust out that piece of artwork that the muses have been nagging me about. nag no more! this weekend, i am your slave.

one more thing, i really really love ceramics. so much that i am seriously considering moving and getting my own wheel and kiln. and maybe an mfa in ceramics. (oh heavens help us more school!)

October 26, 2011

where do i begin

well, let's start at the very beginning.

I got a nook. about two week ago.

what this means for my life, is a lot of reading. so far I've read Never Let Me Go, Bluebeard, The Tipping Point, Committed, and This Side of Paradise. I have Lolita on reserve. I am a reading maniac.

coming back to reading is like coming back to something I have always needed, always had, since I was 3 and read my first word. i would read in the shower, in the car, i'd put fiction books in my math book during math class to disguise that I was reading instead of listening to lecture, and read my English book cover to cover first day of class. this continued all through college, where i briefly flirted the idea of a minor in English for a few semesters.

if I have been passionate about anything my entire life, it has been reading.

the last few years my obsession with books drifted off, and was replaced with tv shows on my laptop before falling asleep. i saw my concentration levels drop, my writing become more careless, and my vocabulary decline. i really think a large part of this was because I stopped reading so fervently.

well, my friends, i'm back. the best part about the nook i that i can check out books from the library any time. with my commute, i have one hour during the week when i can get to the library, and only Saturdays on the weekend. with my nook...i have the library at my fingertips anytime of the day or night. also, the nook is much lighter than books.

I've also started updating my Goodreads .

in other news, confrontation at work and traveling this weekend threw me off until today, when i finally felt whole again. relaxed. let the week commence.

October 13, 2011

"Let's go together said Pooh, said he. Let's go together said Pooh."

On the train this week I've done quite a bit of writing and sketching pieces i want to make in my ceramics class. in between the sketches and random words, I made a list of everything I've learned in my 28th year of life. What a year. the past two years have undoubtedly been some of the hardest years I've lived yet, and despite that, I look at them positively overall. this, then, is living after all.

jump in, come, let's go.

i think part of the reason that i look on these years positively is because of the strength i feel. the boldness that is running through me, even right now. it courses in my veins along with the blood, pumping through my heart into my smallest tissues, driving me forward. i feel it when i look out over the lake, when i look into the pit of my fears, and when i strike out on a new class, task, activity, thought. in the past two years i have done many new things- a triathlon, soccer, beach volleyball, job, research, ballet, hip hop- just these off the top of my head. i think this is key.

so here is the entry.

This whole year has been the ultimate challenge. Year 28 of my life has been sad, hard, upsetting, and humbling. I've learned confrontation, confidence, strength, and how to hope.

I've learned to be proud I am a woman, and not to be afraid of heels or make-up. To take pleasure in how I look and present myself. I've learned to be proud of my physical and intellectual accomplishments. To be aggressive, even if it means falling on my face.

I've learned to communicate my opinions and ideas. Both visually and verbally.

I've learned when to expect respect, and when I do not receive it, how to proceed. I will not put up with anything less.

Anger comes to me more easily, it flashes in my eyes and burns deep in my muscle. I use it as a fuel, to push harder. But I retain my main motivation to be love. If I don't love something, I can't accomplish it; anything less and it will never come to be. I refuse to be driven solely by anger, I will not feed the flame, but let it burn and go out.

I've learned to dance with abandon, to let go and move. This is the most freeing thing I have learned.

I have learned it is always better to be happy- to surround yourself with happy, positive people.

I have learned it's not about me. At all.

I have learned people will disappoint over and over. That they will never live up to expectations consistently. Ever. But sometimes they do, and they go past my expectations, and they surround me with love, even in my undeserving-ness.

I've learned that the encouragement of one friend, one friend who says she believes in you, in the goodness of you, and that she loves you, is enough to erase days, hours, months, of self-doubt and another person saying the opposite. That the fleeting attention of a boy is nothing in the face of such words.

I've learned, closer, what love is.

I've learned, closer, the colors of the lake and the beauty of jumping into those colors, fully clothed.

Jump in, fully clothed.

I've learned to take joy in my parents, rather than be irritated.

I've learned hard work is sometimes a reward in itself. That contribution to society can be as small or as big as an idea.

I've learned discipline and detail. I see the trees more, but still haven't lost sight of the forest.

I've learned to hold a gaze. To be bold. To jump into fountains and to record all of this in photos. Because it is gone so fast.



I've learned these things, but also I realize I've learned only the beginning of most of these things, there is so much left.

jump in, come on, let's go.

October 02, 2011

food for the stomach; food for the soul


I spent over an hour cooking tonight. Made some recipes I've had my eyes on from my favorite cooking website, smittenkitchen.com. I'm still working on my food photography skills, but I must blame some of it on the poor lighting in the kitchen. Poor lighting anywhere really bothers me. Like at work, we have that flickering overhead lighting and I find it nearly impossible to be creative in the studio.

I went to the lake this afternoon and sat, for a long time. Just observing. Memorizing the colors, the shapes. Watching the waves in their motion, staring at the horizon, and letting the shadows of the skyscrapers behind me cover me and reach out into the lake. Whispered prayers, meditated on a sermon, and adored the Creator. Met a very friendly dog. Tried to look people in the face while I walked there and back, to step outside my world into theirs, even if for a second.




Worked on my website. Nailed down a design. Working on the coding.

Dug out my ceramics books. I'll read them on the train this week. I've sketched on the train this week coaster and mug designs, other random forms, and website designs. Starting to take my art seriously, and consider what art I want to pursue and perfect, and what art I want to drop to the wayside. Discovering.

October 01, 2011

small things

i talked to all my favorite redheaded friends this weekend. for no less than an hour each. friendship is good.

i have plans to go to St Louis at the end of the month for one last hurrah with one of those redheads.

i went to the farmer's market this afternoon and bought delicious tasting tomatoes, a bunch of parsley, romaine lettuce, jalapenos, and garlic. Then i furiously researched food processors to make some pesto. One can't really cook without a food processor, I am quickly finding.

i was shamed in that I couldn't tell the difference between romaine, green leaf, red leaf, etc all the types of lettuce at the farmer's market. madness.

spent the afternoon working on my website, swimming, and hot tubbing (totally an activity at the gym), and cooking whilst watching the Last Station. I love Russian authors.

swimming at the pool gave me horrible sneezes. allergic?

looking forward to soccer tomorrow. I read up on the positions tonight. I try to learn a bit more about soccer each week. i just love playing it so much...

September 27, 2011

more than this

frustration is seeping into every pore.
my waking and sleeping thoughts center around I can do more than this.
and yet i'm caught in this hold of 9-5 ( 7-7 with the commute)
with no hope of out
and every fear that it is here that i will perish.
when i know i know i know
that i am more than this


each day is precious; another chance to prove to myself that which i already know
that which is the thin strand of hope
which i wearily brush now and then
when the frustration is too great


for now: plans, lists, a checklist of my strengths and weaknesses, French, a website design, photos, running and the potters wheel: oh, the wheel that precious wheel, a pen, paper, and hermiting until this frustration works itself out.

September 24, 2011

all summer I've waited for this.

this being: a cold run in cold rain,
lightning in the sky,
deep cold breaths,
new shoes,
running until exhausting my limbs
a long hot tub soak at my gym
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September 21, 2011

yes.

At some point during class tonight I just gave up and wiped my hands on my jeans.

It took me three scrapped pots before I ended up with something halfway decent tonight. at one point i even forgot how to center for about 15 minutes. my mind has been all over the place- it shows in my pottery. to center the clay, you yourself must be centered or become centered. no, not really, but it does help to be somewhat present. i kept talking to myself in my head during class as though i were a guru imparting pearls of wisdom like that. anyway.

i need more sleep.

today i had a thought worth writing here: life is really just knowns, and unknowns. and the knowns we can list and assign values to, and we know enough about them to take comfort in them, to some degree. and the unknowns, we assign a value, like x, and try to do equations based on the knowns and unknowns, maybe set up ratios, or quadratic equations, trying to solve the unknowns for x. life is one big giant algebraic equation.

i really need more sleep.