This is Don and his wife Lois. For many, many years Don was a potter at Clayways, in Austin, the studio where I work. He is also famous for the green lizards he puts on the rims of his pottery. He retired last month and had a going away party with some of the people who were fortunate enough to be there. I was able to be at the going away party and I will miss him. When I came to Clayways for the first time to take a pottery lesson, it was Don who let me in early. Don also saved all of his scrap clay for me. Just the clay I saved from Don's pots alone, would keep me potting for the rest of my life.
I stopped to buy pipe in a small town on my way down to Moulton. While I was there buying pipe the owner of the business told me about his other job as a preacher. He told me about his divorce, his wife leaving him, his new marriage and his return to the pulpit.
This is a drawing about looking inside of yourself. Sometime you don't see what you think is in there.
There aren't any words that will explain this drawing better than the drawing it's self. Scruffy, for the lack of a better name is a giant furry male wild cat that I had fixed. He also had his shots at fixing time. He lives at my back door, day and night, guarding the food bowl from all the other cats. Scott said that he knows which building I am in by where Scruffy is laying.
Scott and I went to Port Aransas last weekend to visit old friends of Scott's. They took us to a nice seafood restaurant to eat lunch. They said the fresh tuna was good so that is what we ordered. I have no idea why I drew this picture of the food on our plates. We had a great time and ate good food, but not fresh shrimp like I would have ordered if we had gone somewhere else.
This is a friend and her husband who are taking my low fire clay hand building class.
This is a drawing about a pet goat I had when I was in high school. We use to tie her to a tire iron before we caught the buss for school in the morning. She would drag it around all day and eat Johnson grass. We loved that goat. It was a sad day when my dad put her and the other goat we had in the back seat of the car and took them to the livestock auction to be sold. Scott said that I can't have any goats.
When I first came to learn at the studio where I now teach, I use to long for the day I could sit in the owner's office and be one of the girls talking about what all was going on in the studio. Back in those days, 7 years ago, to sit in the office meant that you were a somebody around there. Well, my day finally came and now that it is here, all the other employees are gone and it isn't such a big deal to sit in the owner's office. If I had known the journey looking back, I wonder if I would have taken the trip.
It was a very cold night the day I drew this picture. This isn't even my cat, but I feed him and comb him. He is a stray I had fixed. He really doesn't want to come in the house so I have to put him in the crate outside and carry it in. I really don't think he needs to be in because he has so much fur.
Probably needs a different title......
I met a mother and her son. This is about her trying to hold on and him trying to be free. I don't actually know them but it is what I felt when I met them.