crazy week.

First of all the glaze lab has harry potter books on tape.

I have spent the last couple of weeks drunk in slip. I have learn so much about the properties of clay, its magical movement and firing.

these are the OBJECTS i have "made":


studio view. I became a factory.
I did a case of my mom's bust with brown tape, and made my grandmothers' legs out of tape. this is a some sort of fmaily portrait.
back and fornt of a dress. One is fresh clay and another is in the kiln.
preying dress.
these objects talk to me. tell personal stories. the material the "bodies" underneath are all connected. but this conversation seams personal and unimportant. I wonder what the role these objects play for other people.

texture: a love story. after all of this dipping and dripping in some ways I'm more interested in these "prints" they have a sense of flesh of time. I guess i feel conected with the texture. the structure of the material that wraps our bodies. I am interested in making more of these but wiht flesh colored slip. I'm not sure

well. they are in the klin-- now the biggest klin. which has been wowing me nonstop. But of they work which who knows they will I will still have an object. This is new to me( well since freshman year). I usually have an intent or idea of what I want and then use what ever materials are appropriate for the project. I like the residue of this project. But the action is also important. I don't know what the role of me does for this porject. But I know the action, the moment is important. the transforming qulaities of clay or "mud".