a silken thread strung between filth & clarity

If it doesn't serve you, let it go.

{highfire fauna ceramics}

{swampy dreams}

{ceramic inspiration}
{for health}


This big fella is on the postcard, and I showed some progress shots way back when I was painting him, but I figured maybe this would be a good time for some more detailed views of him.  I’ve gotten kind of fond of my little buddy here.

No surprise, he’s heading for the Dubious Beasts: Symbiosis show in Cannon Beach next weekend.

(If you want to get a peek at what’s up with the other half of the DB:S show, here’s a nice piece about Shing at WonderCon!)

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We found our first Morels!

This past week we had lows in the 50’s and highs near the 70 with on and off rain. This weather encouraged us to go out because its exactly what the Morel prefers.

For those who know the Atlanta area, we found this one about a mile from the intersection of Windy Hill Rd and Interstate 75.

We just sautéed them in some butter with a pinch of salt. Nothing else added or you will loose that beautiful Morel flavor!

Happy hunting!

Goodness that morel is bigger than your daughter’s hand :-)

aaasshhhhhhhhhhhhhh! so jelly!

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Colin Keefe - Heliotrope (2013)




“Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.” 
― Leonardo da Vinci

Image from: Art Gallery Yallingup

I want to touch it… no. Not touch. Fondle

Definitely having tingly fingers that can only be soothed by fondling the heck out of that pot

something I’ve always loved about ceramic art is that we are meant to touch it. I’m always bummed when I see some work in a gallery that is off limits to touch. I also always wait until no one is looking and touch carefully and respectfully anyway.

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after many years of frustration and uncertainty, my period and I have come to some wonderful agreements.

we start bleeding first thing in the morning. none of that halfway through the day getting things done now oop surprise blood nonsense.

we do not start if we are traveling. planes, trains, and automobiles are safe spaces. but as soon as I cross the threshold into my own home after an extended visit elsewhere, all bets are off.

thanks for waiting, period! real glad I didn’t have to deal with this on my very first evening home so I could have somewhat clean sex after a week without my boo.

the style of the young bucks here in la junta is hilarious. hollister shirts tucked into tight Levi’s with big gaudy belt buckles and ironic trucker hats… oh and the shades propped up on their bills. so great. I’d take a picture if that were not incredibly rude and creepy.


climbed it

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Pascale de Visscher

eh that bottom left one creeps me

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I treat my body like a temple. But not like a regular temple like an ancient hedonistic temple dedicated to orgies and substance abuse

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train feels. if you’ve never ridden across the United States, look for a reason to do so.


Two scoliotic spines on either side of a straight, healthy human spine. 

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If you repeatedly criticize someone for liking something you don’t, they won’t stop liking it. They’ll stop liking you.
The universe doesn’t give you what you ask for with your thoughts — it gives you what you demand with your actions.
 Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free (via fuckyeahexistentialism)

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