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My Year of the Snake customer, with azalea blossom.
Saturday 2 December — 11 to 5
2414 Douglas St. NE
District Clay Center is Washington, DC’s institution providing the full spectrum of ceramic offerings — gallery, cultural outreach and education, community and low-income classes, private studio space.
Saturday 9 December and Saturday 16 December — 11 to 4
800 block of Upshur St. NW (off Georgia Avenue)
The Annual Upshur Street Art & Craft Fair is back for the 12th year.
Sunday 17 December — 1 to 5
3928 Illinois Avenue NW (private home in Petworth)
Proceeds from this day’s sale will benefit Community of Hope, a community health center in Adams Morgan specializing in culturally and linguistically appropriate care for thousands of immigrant, refugee, and low-income patients.
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Come see, touch, taste.
here: whiskey sippers
above: stoneware hands and feet
It’s a “basket” because it has such a humongous (bamboo) handle, which I bought years ago, and moved around on my shelf about a thousand times. I finally made a pot to fit it.
Glazed in Malcolm’s shino with patches of other glazes brushed on.
Thirty-seven dollars.
This is “earth print bowl” because it looks as if it could be a weather map of the whole world at one time, including the molten core. It has multiple glazes on an altered surface.
For sale tomorrow at the Upshur Street Art and Craft market for $32.
Winter’s coming. You’re going to need nourishment.
I recommend a healthy food and maybe a new hobby. Make sauerkraut, or kimchi, or other fermented stuff. (Very little work on your part, may I say.)
These crocks include small weights inside, for adding to the crushing action that turns cabbage into kraut.
The prices are $45, $55, and $65 according to size and I have more.
“We drink from wells we did not dig. We warm by fires we did not kindle.”
You get it — be grateful for the things that have come your way that you had nothing to do with.
Can you add lines to this prayer? I have more in my list, but want to extend this motif further. Send me a line in this pattern and this rhythm: approximately eight words, strong verbs, referring to a necessity of life that we mostly enjoy because of the efforts of others.
Thank you. Thank you.
The Unitarian Universalist tribe has adopted the outstandingly simple and ancient symbol of a flame burning in a chalice. The big Sunday services include an awesome birthday cake-sized vessel, already lit, carried up the center aisle by a certified, card-carrying worship associate, but each task-centered meeting might begin with the lighting of a small chalice too. (The marvelous Hally A. carries a tiny candle holder and matches in her purse for her meeting needs.)
Thus I see the need for small, personal-sized chalices, for sacred moments, whether you are convening a meeting or not, so I have begun a series of small almond-shaped bowls like these here, in various colors. Some have no handles, but the one above has a rough unglazed pedestal foot and loop handles, also unglazed. (That’s my favorite of the tests, so I’ll make more like that.)
I use them by filling the bowl with rice or dried beans, and setting a standard candle atop that — safe, simple, edible.
These photos are not so good; it’s hard to convey a glowing flame in the little pot, and I’m no photographer anyway.
Cereal bowls and milk pitcher? or ice cream bowls and hot fudge pourer? You decide.
These pieces are in porcelain, rather sturdy instead of paper-thin, glazed in a barely-blue celadon. There are actually six bowls in the set.
Watershed Clayworks 