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.
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.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you: One of my lovely fish caves inside of my cousins over crowded incest tank.
Yes. I know.
Oh glorious underglazes! They have made it possible for your fish to disco 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
DISCO IS KING.
Winter has interupted my natural lighting. Winter has also been making my socks wet.
Ta dah! Silhouette houses for the fishies. I am also making one to send over to the UK because it is going to be reviewed for an aquarium magazine/forum/website.
My last post made me a little paranoid about copycats. As a youth I was always giving the copycats of my class regular beatings, but how can one punch another over the internet? CARRY ON!
Today I learned that teardrop can be one word OR two. That’s right, I have a bachelors degree in teaching with high honors.
Oh College, what a joke. Maybe that’s why my sculptures have been representing teardrops and drooping lately.
Can you hear that? The worlds smallest violin is playing a sad song just for meeee.
By the way, that teardrop is a fish cave incase you didn’t know.
