It's been several months since I've made pots (such is the life of an art center owner) and this week I've been slowly working in my studio, trying to build some momentum. The studio starts out somewhere between 32 degrees F. and 40 when I arrive, but my little heater gets it up to the mid-50's in an hour or two and I'm happy with that.
While I can quickly clutter the studio with every tool and teacup and notebook until there is no more useful horizontal space remaining, I try to begin each cycle with everything in it's place.
I wasn't sure what I'd feel like regarding bird making after a long layoff...they're such a departure from the last 30 years. But I find that I'm still having fun making these and I really do have pages of new doodles to try and bring to life.
So. I apologize in advance to anyone celebrating the year of the rabbit, but I declare, in the land of Dan, that this is to be the year of the wood-fired salt-glazed birds! Look out world...