These agate-ware are my bread and butter right now.

Taking a little break from sculpting, I made these mugs. I had coffee with the green one this morning. The mug wall was thick enough it did not burn my fingers even with hot liquid in. They will be sold at Works in Clay Gallery in Hot Springs.

This cat woman is made for Sturgis bikers. 

My first leaf plates just came out of a kiln. The lizards should have a touch of green here and there, but over all I'm happy with them.

Technical Tips
These were made of brown stoneware, bisque-fired to ∆5, brushed on thin layers of DUNCAN Courtyard Art Glazes, and then glaze-fired to ∆06. I mid-fired them first in order to make the functional ware durable. Don't fire the particular glazes higher than ∆06. At ∆04 they lost the matte antique look.

My Homework
The olive colored glaze I used on the lizards were not green enough. I'm going to underglaze in green before adding the DUNCAN glazes.

Yes, my works are for sale….
at Works in Clay Galley in Hot Springs and SD Arts Museum Store in Brookings. If you happen to go to either town, please stop by.

With a divorce, he lost his business and property. Thinking a master degree in business might help him land on a management job, he returned to school and graduated from it with straight A's. A quarrel with a professor, however, made him give up a Ph.D. program. Overqualified, all he could get were now minimum wage jobs. He hated his managers, who were half his age. He blamed the filthy rich for the way the world was, but no one listened to him.

Here is a fun piece. The first ceramic bell I made was sold before I had a chance to photograph it. Encouraged by it, I am making a few, all of which will have ethnic characteristics.

When I asked the 65-year-old model to think of something very sad, she began to bawl, repeating to herself, "I'm no good." She had just crossed the US continent to see a man, whom she had long adored. He, however, had shown no interest in her. Detrimental to her ego, her love had flirted with a young woman in her presence. "I'm so damn stupid," she repeated with tears pouring out.

The man failed to see her true beauty adorned in her extraordinary generosity and resilience. It was his loss, not hers. We, her close friends, knew that, but with her heart shattered, she could not see it.

She has bounced back since then. She is taking out her savings in order to go to a mission in Ethiopia. An item on her bucket list will soon be checked out.