Bird Bath Prototypes

Our school garden is right across the hall from my classroom. Since it's springtime, it is full of small birds, and pollinators. We're going to learn a bit about John James Audubon, and then we'll make some bird bath prototypes. We'll fire and glaze them. Next year, we can create some larger versions of the best designs. Bird baths are tricky. The bath has to be able to be separated from the base, to prevent cracking. My prototype has a bath in the shape of a nest, and the base resembles a stump. The bath has a slab on the bottom, which fits into a notch at the top of the stump. That way, it can dry, and be fired without the stress that it being one solid piece would inevitably cause. The clay store was out of my usual school clay, so we're going to be using a low-fire clay called "Venus White".

We might also make some bell shaped wind chimes for the garden. I made some bells at my old school, during a parent meeting. It was not a great experience. So, I'd like to try again, and have it be fun. My boss came to the meeting, but then made up a lie about having to go to a "meeting" at 7 pm at night. She didn't like getting clay on her hands and nails. It was really embarrassing for me, as she left the activity, in front of all of the parents and students. Watching someone modeling disrespect was really weird, and uncomfortable. 

Many of the parents didn't glaze their pieces, so it was kind of a big waste of my money and materials. I really liked my example bells, though. The principal kept telling me that she wanted me to do the lesson again, only with members of the school staff. That never happened, mercifully.

Sometimes when I have a bad experience with something, I like to reframe it, so that the bad experience disappears, and is replaced with goodness. Turning awkwardness into positivity is the way to go, I think. It will be exciting to work on something that will benefit the garden, and make it a lovelier place to be. During the past few weeks, students and teachers have been building planter boxes, and have been planting up the area. It is starting to look wonderful...

 

I Completed an AP Inquiry. Part Three.

 

My Imaginary AP Inquiry is about aging, and the feelings that accompany many of the changes in life as we age. 

TOP LEFT: More thoughts about living alone. Can I do everything myself? Sometimes having a partner seems ideal. But, also I've been living alone so long now, that a partner might seem superfluous. The jury is still out on all of these thoughts of romance.

TOP RIGHT: My sister asked me to make a wreath for Barbara, and a wreath for Larry. She is hoping to put it on their grave. They were buried out of state, with my mom's family. This makes it difficult for me to visit the grave, and to leave flowers. So, this way, I can pay my respects from far away. I tried making these four times, until I finally got two wreaths that worked.

BOTTOM LEFT; This wreath is in cheery Spring colors. Times and seasons pass quickly, and this seasonal change is amplified by my profession. I look forward to Spring and Summer, as times to make artwork in my clay shed. Or, I can paint in my indoor studio. 

BOTTOM RIGHT: This is a medicine cabinet that I refinished. I found it at an antique store, and painted it up to hold some giant donuts, teeth, and some large pills. Donuts are medicinal. But, now that I have diabetes, they are on the forbidden foods list. When my dad was living alone through covid, I would buy his groceries, wipe everything down, and then cook him a meal. I loved to buy him donuts, because I think that they were a guilty pleasure. 

I Completed an AP Inquiry. Part Two.

 

This is a continuation of my pretend AP Inquiry. I made 15 pieces of art, relating to the theme of aging.

TOP LEFT: This piece is a small drink set for a dear friend. I am hoping that for her birthday, we will be able to sit outside in her backyard, and share a toast of non-alcoholic cider. I have known Susie and her husband since we met while working at Macy's Department Store, back in 1988. We backpacked to Europe together, and we have traveled to and fro, having great meals, and many adventures.

TOP RIGHT: This is a ceramic wreath. I have made many of these recently. Wreaths and flowers are used to celebrate births, weddings, and deaths. All of these milestones are a part of aging.

BOTTOM LEFT: This is a photo of Alberta Blackett Jones, my grandma. I installed this in my classroom. My grandmother wanted to be a teacher. She was all packed, and ready to head off to college. Unfortunately, her mother developed breast cancer. My grandma had to unpack all her belongings, in order to stay and help to care for her mother. When my grandma talked about this happening, she would cry. You could hear the disappointment in her voice. Alberta wanted an education, but other things got in the way, and she had to make hard choices. I like to look at this wall box from across the room, when I'm teaching. I know that she is proud of me, and of the work that I do.

BOTTOM RIGHT: This is a sign on my clay shed. I think that loving what I do is important. Having a daily, or weekly art practice is a labor of love. During the past few years, I have been very intentional about what I make, and about how much work I make. This seems like a good sign for the front door of the studio. As I age, I've begun to tailor my work to what feels right for my mind and my body.

I Completed an AP Inquiry. Part One.

 

I have been working on my own personal AP Inquiry, despite the fact that I am not going to get any AP credit. My inquiry relates to aging. My feelings about getting older are complicated. I've lost my parents, and I am living by myself, getting older by the minute.

TOP LEFT: These pieces are signs for the childhood farms of my parents. My father grew up on a sheep ranch, and my mother's family dry farmed hay and alfalfa. Both families worked very hard, and spent a great deal of time improving their homes, and their land. Both farms no longer exist. My mom's family sold the land, and it was paved over to build an office complex with a parking lot. I think of all of the time that my grandparents spent, tending to gardens. They picked and bottled fruit. There is nothing left. They took the land from the Ute tribe. Our property rights are questionable. We purchase homes and property, but it's not really ours in the long run.

TOP RIGHT: This is an homage to a true love. During college, he sent me a book from Paris. The inscription was signed with much love. The book was "Les Braves Gens Ne Courent Pas Les Rues, et Autres Nouvelles". The phrase "much love" always reminds me of longing, and of long distance love. It reminds me of a marriage that I refused.

BOTTOM LEFT: Getting old means that you have to take a large assortment of medications. Also, your dental care isn't covered by insurance. I made a medicine cabinet to house ceramic pills, and lost teeth. I am now diabetic, which means I have to inject my body with insulin on a regular basis. I also take sleeping pills during the school year.

BOTTOM RIGHT: I never married. It is a cause for wonder. Would my life have been different if I would have married my college boyfriend? Undoubtedly, it would have been completely different.