Mark your calendars. Don't miss it. It's big and beautiful. Lots of things to see and do. Bring your friends and family...all ages.
Oh, and I'm at booth I-11
Monday, March 8, 2010
28th Annual Ceramic Showcase
Mark your calendars. Don't miss it. It's big and beautiful. Lots of things to see and do. Bring your friends and family...all ages.
Oh, and I'm at booth I-11
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Winter Blues
I have never felt that I was affected by the season, as far as my mental health went, but this year I sure felt it. January had some very difficult weeks to get through. The pressure of 3 firings coming up and not much work to put in wasn't helping and my creative flow was nil. I just couldn't get it together. Then my wonderful mentor, friend and boss Stephen Mickey let me take an hour from work and watch a DVD of Phil Rogers from Wales. Then Stephen told me to take a bag of recycled clay and make a bunch of Yunomis to donate to our ceramic club. I sat at the wheel and with each ball of clay I could feel the clouds in my head clearing and a little creative juice flowing.
Thank you Stephen for getting me out of my head and giving me an assignment so I didn't have to try to think to hard.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Winter Solstice firing
Just one day away from loading the kiln for our Winter Solstice firing. We are loading on Sat. so I can watch the Packers on Sunday. I'm excited about the little crew I put together for this firing. Several MHCC students and workstudies that are getting the wood-fire bug and a new OPA member that I met at our Food Bank volunteer day. I'm going to test out a couple different Shinos and a few different stoneware bodies. Of course I'll be putting plenty of Dakota Yellow pieces in.
So today is about finishing up my glazing and making my Chicken Pot Pie cone packs. Better get crackin'.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Sisser's donuts
I can't believe I haven't posted anything since October. Where does the time go? I've been working hard on the planning of OPA's Ceramic Showcase which opens April 30, 2010. Mark your calenders because it's a show you don't want to miss. I also work at MHCC in the ceramic department and that keeps me busy. I'm working on gathering a nice group of students to fire our little anagama in February. It's always fun to get a few new students excited about the process. I'm firing the Chicken Pot Pie the 21st. So much to do to get ready and the weather is an icky 20°. I hope this cold snap...snaps and we can get back to realistic temperatures. I don't live in Wisconsin for a good reason.
Speaking of Wisconsin...my good friend and clay mentor, Treatzi Dall, sent me a beautiful story written by her youngest girl and she said it was OK to share it with others. It's a nice story so I'm going to share it here. I know her kids and they are a fantastic family and have all turned out well. They love each other so much. It's a beautiful thing.
I went to the grocery store today and my thoughts wandered to my sister as the most often do. To begin, I am married to a wonderful man who has serves his life to the greatest of his abilities as a soldier in the United States Army. I have an amazing husband who supports me unconditionally precisely as who I am and I am so thankful for that. We reside in Germany currently and as much as I really do love it here, the one thing that pulls at my heart the most is being away from my sister, or as I call her, "Sisser". I have never been one to have many friends, nor is it a strength of mine to really grasp onto a group of people. There is just something about a sister, My Sisser that no one will ever fill.
As mentioned earlier, I went to the grocery store today to grab just a few staple items; eggs, water, bread, etc. and found myself feeling so lonely for My Sisser. What sparked the thought of her was simply a donut. I was eying all of the tasty treats in front of me and after choosing one to drop off for Troy, my husband, I was next deciding which one I would like most for myself. As I stood staring at all of the lovely bakery, my head began to swell with the rich smell of sweet treats. It was then that I could feel myself shrinking back to being just a four-year-old standing next to my big, seven-year-old, sister in one of Rhinelander, Wisconsin's oldest traditions of Bernie's Bakery.
The few days that Mom and Dad would take us to the bakery, I remember being flooded with excitement. Upon arriving created a feeling of being overwhelmed with all of the sugary options layed out in near-perfect displays for us to admire. With our family lined up, I can fully remember looking at My Sisser and thinking, "Wow, she's so pretty with her dark curly hair. I wish I had freckles like her too." However small the the thought might be now, a person can imagine what a compliment like that meant coming from such a young girl. (As some of you may recall, I had stick-straight hair when I was young and My Sisser always had nice dark wavy hair. To this day, I have just one single freckle on my nose.)
I recall that it was snowing and as cold as it likely was outside, the warmth of the bakery combined with the wonderful cookie scent gave a feeling of being hugged by a giant marshmallow. Mom was holding Aaron who was all bundled up in a yellow snowsuit. It was keeping him so snuggled that he could barely move. He, being just a baby, appeared to care-less about being at this wonderful place. I became baffled by this thought. Andrew was all excited and had his face pressed on the display window. (As most kids would behave in house full of all the unhealthy wonderful things that most six-year-olds imagine they should be able to live on.) Dad stood silently behind us until he, carefully, reached out and grasped Andrew's shoulder with his big daddy hand and pulled him back from the glass. My Sisser stood carefully examining all of the treats in front of us. I remember she looked as though she was contemplating World Peace. My Sisser has always been one to stay focused on being certain to choose and do the "right thing"....even when it came to choosing a donut.
Eventually, My Sisser stepped forward with much more maturity then I had ever seen in a seven-year-old. She looked at the clerk and stated, "I'll have the sugar-covered, strawberry, jelly-filled one, please.", all the while, carefully pointing her thin finger precisely at the one she desired. It was then that I, too, stepped up to the counter. The kind lady with fluffy brown hair looked at me and asked what I would like. I did not say a word. I looked up at her and then fixated my eyes on my chosen donut....the one right next to My Sisser's; the exact same choice she had made.
As young as I was, I may not have known exactly what the definition of "admiration" was, but I certainly understood it. I knew, even as a four-year-old, that I loved My Sisser more then one could imagine and, somehow, I wanted to be just like her when I grew up.....even if it meant it would take me a mere three years to get there. I realized, even then, that Sisser always made the correct choices. Funny thing is, to this day, I love the sugar-covered, strawberry, jelly-filled donut choice and, yet, that morning, what I really wanted was the sprinkled cake donut.
To those of you who don't know, "My Sisser", is the eldest Dall child, Abbey. Next comes Andrew, then myself and finally Aaron. Though we are all grown now, we hold a bond that cannot be explained. We lean on each other every fraction of the day whether we are in complete awareness of it or not. Those of you with siblings, I am sure know that power. Abbey is always available for me. She has seen me through some of my darkest moments and stood by me through my happiest. My throat becomes tight when I think of the beauty she brings into my life. Abbey is surely one of the most selfless people I know. She is an amazing mother, daughter, sister and friend. She keeps me focused and thankful for the wonderment I have in life. Family is the greatest gift given to us and I ask that everyone pass this simple story to others. It is my hope that yourself as well as the people in your lives are able to reach into their deepest memories and pull out what events and people they should be thankful for most. Happy Holidays, Everyone!
Blessings, Ashley
Speaking of Wisconsin...my good friend and clay mentor, Treatzi Dall, sent me a beautiful story written by her youngest girl and she said it was OK to share it with others. It's a nice story so I'm going to share it here. I know her kids and they are a fantastic family and have all turned out well. They love each other so much. It's a beautiful thing.
I went to the grocery store today and my thoughts wandered to my sister as the most often do. To begin, I am married to a wonderful man who has serves his life to the greatest of his abilities as a soldier in the United States Army. I have an amazing husband who supports me unconditionally precisely as who I am and I am so thankful for that. We reside in Germany currently and as much as I really do love it here, the one thing that pulls at my heart the most is being away from my sister, or as I call her, "Sisser". I have never been one to have many friends, nor is it a strength of mine to really grasp onto a group of people. There is just something about a sister, My Sisser that no one will ever fill.
As mentioned earlier, I went to the grocery store today to grab just a few staple items; eggs, water, bread, etc. and found myself feeling so lonely for My Sisser. What sparked the thought of her was simply a donut. I was eying all of the tasty treats in front of me and after choosing one to drop off for Troy, my husband, I was next deciding which one I would like most for myself. As I stood staring at all of the lovely bakery, my head began to swell with the rich smell of sweet treats. It was then that I could feel myself shrinking back to being just a four-year-old standing next to my big, seven-year-old, sister in one of Rhinelander, Wisconsin's oldest traditions of Bernie's Bakery.
The few days that Mom and Dad would take us to the bakery, I remember being flooded with excitement. Upon arriving created a feeling of being overwhelmed with all of the sugary options layed out in near-perfect displays for us to admire. With our family lined up, I can fully remember looking at My Sisser and thinking, "Wow, she's so pretty with her dark curly hair. I wish I had freckles like her too." However small the the thought might be now, a person can imagine what a compliment like that meant coming from such a young girl. (As some of you may recall, I had stick-straight hair when I was young and My Sisser always had nice dark wavy hair. To this day, I have just one single freckle on my nose.)
I recall that it was snowing and as cold as it likely was outside, the warmth of the bakery combined with the wonderful cookie scent gave a feeling of being hugged by a giant marshmallow. Mom was holding Aaron who was all bundled up in a yellow snowsuit. It was keeping him so snuggled that he could barely move. He, being just a baby, appeared to care-less about being at this wonderful place. I became baffled by this thought. Andrew was all excited and had his face pressed on the display window. (As most kids would behave in house full of all the unhealthy wonderful things that most six-year-olds imagine they should be able to live on.) Dad stood silently behind us until he, carefully, reached out and grasped Andrew's shoulder with his big daddy hand and pulled him back from the glass. My Sisser stood carefully examining all of the treats in front of us. I remember she looked as though she was contemplating World Peace. My Sisser has always been one to stay focused on being certain to choose and do the "right thing"....even when it came to choosing a donut.
Eventually, My Sisser stepped forward with much more maturity then I had ever seen in a seven-year-old. She looked at the clerk and stated, "I'll have the sugar-covered, strawberry, jelly-filled one, please.", all the while, carefully pointing her thin finger precisely at the one she desired. It was then that I, too, stepped up to the counter. The kind lady with fluffy brown hair looked at me and asked what I would like. I did not say a word. I looked up at her and then fixated my eyes on my chosen donut....the one right next to My Sisser's; the exact same choice she had made.
As young as I was, I may not have known exactly what the definition of "admiration" was, but I certainly understood it. I knew, even as a four-year-old, that I loved My Sisser more then one could imagine and, somehow, I wanted to be just like her when I grew up.....even if it meant it would take me a mere three years to get there. I realized, even then, that Sisser always made the correct choices. Funny thing is, to this day, I love the sugar-covered, strawberry, jelly-filled donut choice and, yet, that morning, what I really wanted was the sprinkled cake donut.
To those of you who don't know, "My Sisser", is the eldest Dall child, Abbey. Next comes Andrew, then myself and finally Aaron. Though we are all grown now, we hold a bond that cannot be explained. We lean on each other every fraction of the day whether we are in complete awareness of it or not. Those of you with siblings, I am sure know that power. Abbey is always available for me. She has seen me through some of my darkest moments and stood by me through my happiest. My throat becomes tight when I think of the beauty she brings into my life. Abbey is surely one of the most selfless people I know. She is an amazing mother, daughter, sister and friend. She keeps me focused and thankful for the wonderment I have in life. Family is the greatest gift given to us and I ask that everyone pass this simple story to others. It is my hope that yourself as well as the people in your lives are able to reach into their deepest memories and pull out what events and people they should be thankful for most. Happy Holidays, Everyone!
Blessings, Ashley
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Mahonia Hall
For the next year a few pieces of my art and 7 other potters work will be displayed in the dinning room of the Oregon Governor's mansion, Mahonia Hall in Salem, OR. Mary Lou, of Mary Lou Zeek Gallery, coordinated the display. It was an exciting day for me and an honor to have some of my pottery displayed at this venue. I think they do tours on Fridays in the summer, but so far I haven't been able to find that information. I want to take my mom there when she visits next year.
Group Photo: This photo includes the outgoing displayed artists Mindy Chaffin and Mel Perrigo
Second Photo: Mark Heimann, Kenneth Standhardt, Leslie Green and Bev Curtis
Third Photo: Linda Heisserman, Brenda Scott and Dawn Panttaja. Brian Jones could not join us.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Stoked about wedding
Ceramics built a friendship that continues to grow. I was honored to be the Maid of Honor and host for Sarah Chenoweth's wedding on September 13, 2009. Sarah married Brian Davis in a beautiful ceremony in our cedar grove and reception on our farm near our garden. It was a beautiful day to remember. Sarah and I became friends because of clay so of course I asked her to have a little fun with me in my kiln barn since we were all dressed up. Here's a shot of us having fun pretending to stoke the kiln with the new line of Carhart's evening ware.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Soda A la carte
This is the first video I've ever tried to upload. I'm a bit behind the technology ball. The subject is a portable soda kiln. Yes, a kiln on wheels. It was brought to MHCC in the back of a truck and we wheeled it down a couple 2x4's. It was built and demonstrated by Nick Geankopolos. In the video my friends Jennifer and Jack are introducing the soda mixture, which we got from the Gail Nichols book Soda, Clay and Fire.
Check out the flames shooting out of the mini stack and the door. Fun Stuff!
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