Hiatus:
1. a break in or as if in a material object.
2. an interruption in time or continuity: Break, especially: a period when something ( as in a program or activity) is suspended or interrupted.
Yes, I had one. Or was I "on hiatus"? Either way…there was a long lull since my last post. Now that post was a month ago and I was energized, organized and ready to work. Work I did! Blog I did not…
In some ways I was relishing the last of my summer vacation. Now wait, you say – you aren’t teaching full time, you aren’t going "Back to School". But the time frame of a class room teacher seems to be ingrained in me on a cellular level! So in the post clay camp calm, I felt like it was time to enjoy Summer vacation. While I was extremely productive in my newly refreshed ceramics basement, i wasnt filing receipts, blogging, sending newsletter, entering exhibits, submiting slides…
Oh. there in lies the rub… I still think of blogging as a chore. Thats the problem. Its a shift in perspective that is needed. So I ask you, reader – to leave a comment. Help make this blog more of a give and take, a conversation… No comment is too small, or simple. All comments are created equal! And equally appreciated!
So its back to school time. And with that, to me, its back to work. Like I said I have been working… but its back to the communal ceramics studio. Play nice with others. Its time to plan for my Fall library programs, and do the behind the scenes prep and planning for my Fall shows.
I am headed to the studio now, loading a kiln filled with new tiles and shrines. I unloaded the kiln here in my studio this morning. Pictures of glaze, and new items to come soon! Does this mean I get to shop for school supplies/ I do so love markers, pencils…
Talk to you SOON!


From the top: emerald, angelite, pyrite, Zambian aquamarine, ambrolite, tiger jasper, citrine, poppy jasper. (Never heard of angelite or ambrolite. Will have to research them in my crystals/gemstones book.)
What is a trip to the East Coast without a stop in the nation’s capital? Cooky had never been to DC – and I was happy to oblige! All the years we lived over the river in Alexandria, DC was a home of sorts. Once a semester I took a mental health day off school to go museum hopping. (I was often planning a field trip, as well.) The Smithsonian, the National Gallery of Art, the Mall… classic tourist destinations; we were determined to fit in as many as possible.
National Museum of the American Indian – amidst the Neoclassical and marble… a stunning organic building evocative of other landscapes…
The totem pole on the ground floor – this face was 6 ft? 8 ft? (Carved and painted cedar, Tlingit peoples, 2004)
Headed back to the Metro – we found a respite from the heat – the gardens at the Arts and Industries Building. This was the original Smithsonian building – late 1800’s. To me it will always be known as the "Castle".
After parking and leaving the mundane world behind, we stroll through green paths, over hill, through trees…
We catch a glimpse through the dappled canopy, hear laughter, music… until we cross the stream and enter the Realm.



hand spun dyed with natural plant dyes;
roving waiting to be spun;
Everywhere you looked gorgeous colors, more delicious than the last… (Cooky fondles the roving… pictured above.) I wish I had the artists and craftspeoples names, addresses, websites to post here. But honestly – there were hundreds, and my brain was melting!