Sunday, November 9, 2025

Pitcher Parade

It started in the bathroom.

I had bought some delicious musicians in Oaxaca in 2005 & George had an armadillo that he had gotten in Mexico before we met.

The musicians got situated on a parquet backgammon board I found in Maine. I came to think of that zone as my "doll house". The characters were added to (mostly from my bird collection) & moved around to create simple scenarios.



Parades kept on happening. The marching band helped!

One of the standard ones was the armadillo, the odd pitcher from (I thought) Iran (wrong) & the hand lotion pumper.


Well one thing led to another & finally it occurred to me that a pitcher parade on a grander scale was wanting to happen. So Sunday afternoon the parade was assembled! More or less in size order.


I love it that the Snow Goose by the Inuit artist Elisapee Ishululaq is also headed in the right direction & watching over the whole event!

Members of the parade introduced. 

I've rarely seen this kind of silver work around glass. There was a bowl to match, but it broke. It came from my grandmother Garrison's home.


The covered pitcher was in my childhood home. We put maple syrup in it.
 
I found this small pitcher in a ceramics-do-it-yourself business. I painted & stamped the threes, sixes, & nines onto the surface & it was fired in a kiln. All this in honor of Joslyn's 30th & my 60th birth year.
She got a much larger pitcher than this one.

The Himalayan yak butter tea server was purchased by George in 1958  when he went around the world in celebration of his graduation from the Naval Academy. I polished it. I didn't know it was brass & copper.

When I was growing up my mother would occasionally put on a "high tea"on early winter evenings. She made us hard boiled eggs, toast with cinnamon sugar & butter, & tea with cream. On the tea tray was a now-long-gone silver teapot with an ebony handle, a hot water pot (to dilute too-strong tea), a strainer, & creamer & sugar vessels. All very elegant & much loved. I have the water pot, now used as a  vase.

The crystal water pitcher comes from George's parents.

The copper & brass pitcher my mother bought on our way to Vermont for a Harvest Festival gathering in Putney. She bought it from a craftsman on the way there. I have always associated it with her red hair & the colors she wore. Its grace also reminds me of her.


The silver water pitcher was a wedding gift to my grandmother Harwood in 1901. The monogram on it ABR for Annie Bowland Reed is on the bow-belly of the pitcher (bow as in the front of a boat).

Nancy Walker, a US/Canadian ceramicist, made this pitcher that I use as a vase.

The decanter was purchased by George's parents in the 1950s when George's father was posted in the US foreign service in Johannesburg.

The art deco porcelain pitcher I found in an antique store in Vancouver. It developed a serious crack, so I had it mended by a Japanese craftsperson skilled in kintsugi.

The didn't-make-the-cut collection (not in the parade).... 
 
  

That was fun to do!  That's it for now.



















 









Sunday, November 2, 2025

"You just never know where you will end up!"

 The "You", in this case, is two pairs of personally worn jeans!

Back in April 2025 when I had a knee replaced, I thought having a jean skirt would be a good idea-- as putting pants on clearly might be a problem. So I altered an old pair of jeans & had to borrow from a second old pair of jeans to give the proposed skirt a gusset & flair.

The resulting garment was perfectly dreadful. So, for reasons of curiosity, I started dismembering the two wrecked jeans. I mean really taking everything apart. I even excised the rivets.

There was a stage where amazing shapes started to appear on my work wall. Not only that but I had discovered many things about jean construction & technology that was remarkable to me. And of course I got into all that wondering about where the cotton was grown, where the denim weaving factory was, where the jeans were cut & who the sewers were. Endless possible questions a la Daphne!

Then came the idea for a quilt. An unseamly, unseemly quilt!

a detail

I started quilting it up & I got just so far. It was tough work & hard on my 85 year old hands.

In October I picked it up again to consider what I would do with it. It had lain fallow for 4 months. So was I going to throw it out as I had done with the previous unsuccessful quilt-making project? As I was considering this question one night in bed, I had an inspiration to write the story of the project onto the surface of the quilt. So up I got, in the wee morning hours & wrote.


 The writing was done on the vertical, but I had to write on the horizontal.
So in the end....

And then I had to write out the story, so here it is:


Funny enough, I still don't know if I'll throw this ugly thing away.
So two questions are hung up on this quilt # 429.
That's it for now.










 







Saturday, February 8, 2025

A Different Angle on Marvelous Multiples

 I am in Hawai'i as I write this. A few days ago I went to the Honolulu Museum of Art, fondly tagged as HoMA.

I explored the wing of Asian art & found myself taking photos of the Buddhas. Oh my! Such variety!

Here goes. Oh, and I will apologize right off the bat for not keeping track of where or when these images were made.


 

My favorite is the wooden figure on the left, in such wonderful contrast to the one on the right with a distinctly European face. I think he looks a bit like images of Jesus.





This one was 8 inches high.




This skinny version is getting the last word-less-ness.


That's it for now.