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impressed in a spade-shaped vessel

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Words are from a poem by Alla Bozarth, photographs by me.

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These pots are included in the Green Line Artists show in Petworth on Sunday.

In combination. These pots stack well on each other, and the lids fit all. Red interior, neutral glaze exterior, on dark brown clay body.

The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea. — Isak Dinesen

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a selection of little salt cellars, with exotic spoons.

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Green line artists

The DC metro, that is. Potters and artists who share the green line offer up work for our spring sale.

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Green Line Artists

Sunday 6 May
12 to 5
623 Upshur Street NW in Petworth

with Julie Christenberry, Gardens and Pots (Carol Herwig) and Great Hill Studio (Sam Gordon)

 

Moss green platter with hot sun.

At half-price sale this weekend.

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Saturday and Sunday, February 10 and 11

Noon to 5 pm each day

2238 Chester St. SE
Washington, DC 20020

15-minute walk from the Anacostia Metro, short drive from where you are in DC

 

Two stories from the art world in the Post this morning clash mightily in sensibility.

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Bravo to the Guggenheim. To the Trump White House request for a loan of high-culture art, the Guggenheim sent regrets. The president, or someone close to him, had requested to borrow a painting by van Gogh (perhaps known to Trump because he is huge in the art world). But the esteemed art institution says that work is not available, and proposed an alternative – a toilet. That’s right, an 18-karat golden loo, which can be plumbed for actual use.

I wonder whether the White House will get the meaning of the suggested a swap from ‘van Gogh’ to just ‘go.’

And a big fail to the cowardly National Gallery of Art in Washington. Collapsing under unstated pressure of imagined public response, the museum has cancelled exhibitions because the artists stand accused of improprieties. One, a show of Chuck Close’s work, was to open just weeks from now (suggesting to me that fees have been paid, captions have been proofed and printed, and promotional materials released). The other is a show by Thomas Roma.

Reader comments to the article on the Post website correctly point out that without the artists whose public or private behavior were suspect — in their lifetimes or by 21st century standards — gallery walls would be empty.

Comment at nga.gov.

Photo taken from Washington Post website today.

 

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While there are still bears.

 

 

Minnesota plate 2017

This plate suggests the Land of 10,000 Lakes, the first state I entered at the moment of birth. It’s about nine inches across.

* Fifty more, if you count the District of Columbia, where I now live, and which still has no congressional representation. Let’s think about that.

Seventy-five dollars.