I have bricklayers and masons in my bloodline – from both sides of the aisle. In cutting and laying the firebrick, mixing and compressing the ceramic cement I felt that connection with my Dad. He shared little snippets of working with his uncle. I can tell still after all these years he is very proud of him. Even today he'll talk about Orville and all he learned from him.
Security indeed. I've put all my hopes into this fiber blanket though I have seen it in action from my time in Raku and having my mom alongside me. Somehow we were put on "tank" duty with the propane tank and witnesses firsthand just how efficiently it is in keeping all that wonderful heat contained. In that case it was a rudimentary design, something of a wire structure with a handle and blanket inside over a burner similar to what
When I look back at how quickly my little house-on-fire was assembled, as I'm in some testing phases, I'm impressed in touching the outside walls of the kiln there's not even a hint that a fire is roaring inside save the sound of the burners.
At each stage of this kiln build I didn't think it was possible to be more excited in any other future steps. Looking back at this cold day in November, warm enough to paint but excitedly shivering in the cold, I realized I had so many more moments and shots like this giddy one of me I'd send to my sisters.
With all pieces cut the welding expert will lock this design together. It's the end of November, 2016, only a few short days after Thanksgiving. Between sheets of rain, we packed the car with the cut steel frames and plans, en route to the welding studio just a short drive down the county road. As a craftsman I take great satisfaction watching a skill I admire and something if I had had enough time and credits would have pursued in art school.
Like most building projects, the gas kiln started and ended with a jig just right for the job. When I was first asked what type of kiln I wanted I had only dreamy visions of what it would look like. I wanted the kiln to either look that of my first studio in Central NY; a large walk-in style with bricks laid and sealed at each use, or even better the classic grand piece of art and architecture with arched brickwork. And though, I know my
If I were to listen to my Dad, knowing he'd cringe seeing a picture of himself "online", I'd choose another image without him in it. But it would be like a missing brick to this project and nothing would hold firm if he wasn't a part of it. So whether he likes it or not, he became a part of this and I'll just either hope he never reads this or forgives me for the weakness of an admiring daughter. This has
My oldest sister used to have this deep peachy pink hibiscus plant that traveled along with her from school to her first apartment and I always remembered that plant as Kate's plant. It fit her and it seems to me even being quite a bit younger and not really knowing how to take care of plants myself, she doted on it a lot. If I look back at pictures, shots taken as a family at her first apartment, I'm sure
I'm thrilled to be featured between makers and shakers Naa-Sakle Akuete, Angela Duckworth and Sarah Robb O'Hagan (to name a few) in this April edition of Marie Claire. Shortly after this feature was released this Murky Waters Woven piece was sold. Shown here in situ in the clients home. March 22, 2017 A year ago this week, I decided to take a step back from Graphic Design/Photo Art Direction when I realized New York and the big cities just wasn't "it" for me