This week, I’m working on all of the un-sexy type of stuff that goes along with being the glamorous, bohemian, free spirit many people think us artists are. Though at
heart I may be all of those things, I’ve also been packing up orders, creating new post cards (I print cards 4 or more up, then cut down to size on the glamourous paper cutter) for the upcoming Bad Girls Show, pricing, tagging, delivery and stashing all the finished works into the clean studio area so they don't get covered
in all that “magnifique” black steel dust from the shop area. I’m feeling ready for the Show with lot’s of new sculptures and I’ve also managed to keep up on the special commissions. But what has slipped is my opportunity to work in clay. I haven’t fired the kilns in weeks. Sadly, there is no clay work drying on the ceramic shelves, the shelves have been converted to hang all the finished metal work on. I know, clashing of the mediums
again. My goal was when the first frost comes to get the clay out… well, it’s been unseasonably warm with all the snow gone (rinsed away) from the Chugach Range(!) and surprisingly it’s been warm, in the 50’s. Perfect for sexy welding with the doors wide open. The temps are supposed to drop this week, though if the clay does come out, now I have no where to dry the work!