I had to take a walk this evening to try to stop worrying. “You worry too much,” I was told the other day, and the other day and the other day. It’s a family pastime. I am not as bad as some members of my family, but we all perfected the art at an early age. It hasn’t kept me from many risky adventures including hang gliding, but on a day to day basis, I worry too much – just ask my kids.
Anyway the target of my worry this evening is the current studio firing which includes many of my pieces along with a very beautiful urn that is not mine. When I was in the studio alone this afternoon, I heard loud sounds from the kiln I have never noticed before. Maybe that cracking and popping is normal, but I have terrible visions of that crawlglaze that I heavily re-coated on the waffle-haired head flying off and spotting the special urn or maybe the top part of my majolica lamp base falling over and, . . yikes, it’s all my fault! You get the grim picture. And there’s nothing to do but wait.
So I leashed up the dog and walked north so I would pass the house that always makes me laugh. This guy started beachcombing a few years ago along the shore of the SF Bay and making “things” out of what he found. The table set-up was one of the first and made a great statement in front of his house. He added an arch to his driveway which was also cool, but he can’t stop. He has to rescue every piece of flotsam and jetsam he finds and his front yard now looks like this.
His neighbors, at least on each side of him, don’t seem to mind because they each have a large sculpture made by him in their front yards. I’d like to meet him and hear his story, er, mission, but I have never been by when he is working on his creations. Maybe he does it at night.
I’ll let you know how things turn out.