The White Stuff.
While some are scrambling and trampling out in the big scary ominous malls, I am here, doing that ceramics business. This year was leaning towards oblique geometric lookin’ dishes, but now those pesky fish caves have taken the lead again.
Now when its nice and warm and sunny out, I hide out on the porch and paint pottery.
When it’s freezing cold outside I choose to venture out into the woods.
What the hell happened to me?
I am torn between the guaranteed market niche of ceramic fish cavey things…
Or the guaranteed yet saturated niche market of crazy cat ladies.
Man, what a wild Thursday night.
So I found this magical dumpster full of bottlecaps that I once saw in a dream.
Now it is gone.
No, I am not tripping balls. It actually existed at one point in time.
Some Etsy snobs call this a filler listing, but I call it variety hour.
Closing up the summer with a road trip and too much bisqueware. I haven’t forgotten about you, WordPress. I’ve been merely ignoring.
Painting more pieces instead of dipping them in glaze. Also very time consuming.
Fall, here we come.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you: One of my lovely fish caves inside of my cousins over crowded incest tank.
Yes. I know.
I got free press somewhere, or i’m assuming I did because shitty shitty June June is suddenly exploding with sales and custom orders.
The cosmos are going bat shit crazy as well.http://www.etsy.com/shop/whitecitrus
“Hey dude… She double dogs…”