Grit in the Gears

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.

Sunday, 4 October 2009

Piglights

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Years ago, back in the dark distant past, I had a customer who collected anything to do with pigs. She was a regular buyer of piggy banks, b...
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Can You See What it is Yet?, Part 2

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Remember this? Revisited.. Then come the guffaws... when he realises he didn't put it on straight... Doh! Still, let's call it a ...
Friday, 2 October 2009

Ceramics/houses/kilns

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http://lyricflight.blogspot.com/2007/11/housing-obsessed.html
Thursday, 1 October 2009

Busybusybusy

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An update, and a find.

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I wrote before about making a house-portrait as a job in my potting days, here , Today, I was rummaging through my junk-store, and I found...
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Can you see what it is yet?

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Starting points for something else. Update will occur if everything doesn't go horribly wrong.
Tuesday, 29 September 2009

Today's Pots

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Today's activity was bottle forms, 6-8" most of the time was spent wedging and reclaiming clay. Oh, and making turning tools. At t...
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Season of Mists and Mellow Fruitfulness

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Plums in my friend, Ken's neighbour's garden. John Keats wrote: "To Autumn"- Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, C...
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