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  • More glorious glazing

    I treated the horn pieces in a combination of morgan white, honey, moss green, pink and purple earthenware glazes, with some oxides added for texture and speckling. I made quite simple choices that will add some visual interest and emphasize the texture of the pieces without distracting from their form.
    I used a combination of dipping, pouring and painting techniques to allow the glaze to follow the contours of the clay.
    Figuring out the logistics for glazing was tricky because they’re so large.  But I decided to wear them on my arm and work over a tray to catch any run off. Honestly, I was so surprised by how powerful it felt to wear them like that, they’re like a bee sting or some kind of delicate piercing thing. They have a kind of archetypal shape, they remind me of lots of different aspects of nature. But also jewelry. But also weaponry. I suppose that the latter two often involve bio-mimicry, so this is no surprise. No wonder they can conjure that kind of emotional experience in me.
    I find mixing and working with the glazes so enjoyable. I feel like a witch, bent over a cauldron, whixh is on of itself enjoyable. But on a subtler level, the glaze is so tactile. It’s almost sensual, silken, sliding through your fingers as you mix it with your hands. Sexy.
    These are the test examples of the glazes I chose to replicate. 
    Can’t wait to see them once they’re fired next week.
  • Am I looking at the floor too much?

    Found more floor treasure. Spider sweet smushed so much with grime that it looks like a real one. Yum.
  • Banana bendy faith

    I fucking love that I got the wimple pattern from a LARPing friend.
    This didn’t even occur to me at the time but when I was chatting to Tom yesterday and he said that the wimple is like a ridiculous costume, I really connected some dots. 
    I’ve been far to rigid about this piece, probably because of my trauma, but still it’s pissed me off. In truth, I can bluff all I want but it still feels uncomfortable to touch that area of myself with my art, and to risk exposure and criticism for it too. It feels important to try and be as kind as possible to myself about this realisation.
    It also feels important to say, fuck that, I survived and that is more than enough. I am trying to be proud of my messy beautiful inperfection. And that’s a kind of magic.
    It feels good to admit my rigidity and to give myself permission to relax into a more fluid creative space with it all. To play and heal even more deeply through making and sharing. Hopefully offering the same opportunity to others.
    I remember talking with a therapist a few years ago and they said something that really struck me: “You can’t be easily creative when you’re in fight or flight mode.”
  • Skeleton I found outside of Boots

    It made me smile to notice this skeletal imp.

    Loads of people look pissed off and or bemused that I stopped in the street to photograph it. We’re often so purpose driven in cities.
  • Reconciling the wimple and also reconciling me being an uptight twat

    It’s not working for me. The text. The colour. The positioning. It all needs rethinking.

    I asked Tom to talk with me about this and he agreed its not reconciled and encouraged me to rethink it and experiment more, which I have started to do. I’m grateful for that dialogue we had, it really helped me think. And I really am trying to sit more in the reality that there are no mistakes when I am developing my practise, just opportunities to evolve and mature. I recognize that I am by nature a perfectionist and a control freak and this leads me to want to have this really defined concept before I’ve even really started making. And this is backwards. My brittle idea about what I wanted to do stopped stepping into the delicious experience of experimenting. Of walking around the thing and looking at it from all angels. Of daring to trust myself. 

    This is a manifesto statement: Beth, dare to trust yourself! Embrace making. Just showing up with curiosity and joy and bravery.

    This feels right and exciting. I am going to tell it to myself everyday. It’s already starred working. I’m testing fonts for the wimple. I am going to reconcile the absolute shit out of it.