I wrote before about making a house-portrait as a job in my potting days, here ,
(no slips or oxides on this one, just a clear glaze. The roof lifts off, to give access for a light fitting. Sorry about the dust, it's been hidden away for twenty years) : )
I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.
that house is so cool... what a lot of work it must have taken. i actually like yours better than the original house. your downspouts are more romantic and the large pots outside in front and back lend a much more homey feel.
ReplyDeleteThe large pots was an unsubtle attempt to get the recipients, first owners of what was a truly unenspiring example of modern housebuilding, to buy big garden pots from me.
ReplyDeleteIt failed, but hey, I got the contract for the big squishy downspouts!
Clay Houses.... Look up Nader Khalili, on google. I haven't, but i recall an article in Ceramics Monthly, about how he was building clay houses and firing them.
Oh how sad! I googled him, Nader Khalili is no more, 1936-2008.
http://archinect.com/news/article.php?id=72321_0_24_0_C
http://www.raymeeker.com/fired.html