Looks like I will be getting a used but good condition 818 P kiln on Sunday.
This means we finally can finally install a kiln here since it will use only half the electrical load of most other electric kilns. This is important since we simply don’t have a large enough electrical box to support having a large kiln unless we change to having a gas stove etc. Which at this point would be very expensive since we’d have to put in new piping into the kitchen and the laundry downstairs, plus of course get new appliances.
I still plan on converting my old larger electrical kiln to propane, but it will be nice to have a working electric kiln too. I had an 818 P years ago and loved it. Apparently I can make it taller too by stacking an extra row of soft brick . It won’t fire as hot that way, however it will be plenty hot enough since I plan to stick with low fire.
I am really jazzed about this since I love the freedom of working with clay–plus find it to be incredibly healing. Which is just what the doctor ordered so to speak given the fact I have had a lot of health challenges this last couple of years.
Here’s a piece on the right that I made last summer still waiting to get fired called “Petting the Cat.” So yes I am pretty excited at this wonderful find (i.e., re the lower voltage electric kiln)!
Still thinking we should build a small kiln shed outside the garage however to avoid fumes of course. But its very do-able given my background working on houses…
This piece below with the couple holding the Fish-bird is representative of one’s Inner Spirit which can heal one of almost all things… In this case my husband encouraged me to apply for 2018 Clark County Open Studios! The OS event will be the first weekend in November. Am crossing my fingers I will get in.
I wasn’t sure I would do it, but now am glad I have made the commitment. I am finally psychologically ready to do a lot more art this summer although I still need to pace myself due to my healing wrist and the Lyme Disease.
Fortunately I don’t have to set up my studio like I did last year so it should be a snap comparatively speaking. Am very much looking forward to doing a lot more painting this summer, plus more with my ceramic plaques and sculpture. Both media are incredibly healing!
OK this is not my usual painting. Honestly I used to be a realist–its still in there. This is somewhere in between actually. Am thinking I might paint a number of animals to help honor the Earth–as a way to counterbalance my much heavier project re-Hanford.
Am not quite sure if this piece is done or not. Am wondering if its bright enough, though being in the mist does dampen down colors…
Just worked on it today last minute for the upcoming show about “Birds From the Family Corvidae” by the Angst Gallery in Vancouver, WA.
I love birds and other creatures. So it makes sense for me to explore this territory. I may well also do something for an upcoming show in Portland about roses…just because.
I am finally beginning a new series about the effects of radiation from Hanford etc. from a personal child-like point of view. Here I am falling through a trap door into the waiting arms of Pluto (God of the Underworld–and of nuclear radiation) with my cat falling with me at my side.
I am still planning to put in some shading etc. Otherwise I think this new 2′ x 3′ acrylic painting is close to done.
The pink represents invisible radiation that blanketed the area outside of the Hanford Nuclear Reservation the night of December 2nd and 3rd, 1949 — including where we lived in Walla Walla, Washington. Apparently it rained when it wasn’t “supposed to.” Twice the amount of radiation was released than they had originally planned. I have read they secretly released between 8000 and 12,000 curies of radioactive iodine–and that this was not the only “green run,” i.e., where green uncured uranium was used at Hanford. The scrubbers for the effluent were turned off at night for 12 hours. It was part of the Cold War race for nuclear superiority with Russia.
There was no notification to the locals so none of us knew about any of this, and thus we did not know we needed to protect ourselves. It wasn’t discovered until years later when mention of the “green run” was found inside mountains of paper-work that was given to an enquiring reporter from Spokane (Karen Dorn Steele). The paper-work was supposed to prove Hanford had nothing serious to hide. As it turned out, it was far more serious than anyone ever thought.
Now I realize my recurring dream of falling through a trap door was my child self representing what actually happened. After being a very healthy baby, at age 4 months (coincident with the Green Run) I suddenly became severely ill with pneumonia for close to a year.
Eventually I was taken to the hospital and put in isolation to figure out what could be done. I was given special treatment since my parents were local celebrities for their work as archaeologists finding and carefully uncovering Fort Walla Walla. I was taken off gluten, sugar and milk fat, plus given gamma globulin for my “failure to thrive.” Fortunately I bounced back! Much later I learned that some of the Chernobyl victims were also given gamma globulin and often special diets. Like me, they got better.
It makes me sad to think of all the other babies who could have been helped like me, but weren’t. Quite a few ended up in the cemetery. Babies are a lot more sensitive to radiation than anyone else. Clearly we need a new paradigm where the health of the Earth and those who live on it needs to come first rather than continuing a focus on an insane arms race that forgets we all live together on a fragile planet.
This makes me think of the continuing problems at Fukishima and, similar to Hanford, how real news coming from there is largely suppressed. And the very real threat of bringing back the Cold War–or a hot one, possibly started in the Middle East ,rather than focus on how we can restore our ailing planet.
Meanwhile, here in Washington at the Hanford site, problems with the clean-up continues to be a sore point. The numerous open radiation pits, leaking cannisters and the fact spent fuel rods are stored just 400 feet from the Columbia River, leaves us open for trouble. I wish it would all just go away, but it looks like Hanford’s old demons will stay with us for some time.
Jordan Clark and I enjoyed ourselves this last Sat. night (Feb. 24th, 2018) giving our Art Talk at the Gallery @ Cerulean (Skies Wine) in Portland.
Here’s two pix from after the Art Talk taken by Jennifer Williams:
Later in March I should be getting the video of part of the Art Talk as well as the Poetry Reading we had at the Opening Reception plus original music played there by my husband’s band Climate Strange from Hazel Miller, the curator of The Gallery @ Cerulean.
Jordan Clark and I are also talking about possibly doing a collaboration, which I think could be amazing. Our styles are very different, but our colors, movement, line and feeling are very similar. More on that later!
Here’s two more pix of me with some of my work at the Opening Reception, Feb. 1st 2018. I had just finished The Music Genie 2 days before the Reception! Fortunately its acrylic on canvas so it was dry. Its the painting in the middle in the pix on the right:
–And yes you can see my arm in a brace. I am still recovering from surgery on my wrist after a bad fall in December. Thankfully now the brace is off. It helped but was very uncomfortable. Am doing massage and exercises to more fully recover use of my left wrist. Its happening. Am very grateful I am healing well. Even though its still painful its not at bad as it was. This exhibit showed me that positive expression was and is possible even during difficult passages in life. Just needed a little push and help from my husband and friends.
This will be your last chance to see both the artwork and meet/listen to Bea Garth and Jordan Clarkspeak about their paintings and what brought them to it — before the show ends on Feb. 26th.
The artists’ bold, playful and elegant use of color, line and shape draw the viewer in to their deeper more subtle psychological aspects despite their very different styles (Garth surreal/figurative, Clark bold/gestural geometrics).
Come and see the art, meet the artists and hear their “art talk”!
Plus enjoy the fine wine and food at the wine bar with its sleek, comfortable couches in the Cerulean’s beautiful high ceilinged building — creating a truly aesthetic art experience.
NOTE: Jordan Clark and I will be giving an Artists Talk Sat. night Feb. 24th, 2018 from 7 to 8 PM — with folks gathering at 6:30 — over at The Gallery at Cerulean, 1439 NW Marshall St., Portland OR, PH: 503 308-9137.
I have a bevy of paintings @ ‘The Gallery at Cerulean including my newest, “The Music Genie” you see below. I welcome those that can come hear us and see our work. The show is up through Feb. 26th. It is well presented with both my work and that of Jordan Clark harmonizing with each other by means of color and shapes–though his work is frankly boldly abstract and mine figurative.
The Cerulean is both a wine bar and art gallery on the edge of the Pearl district in Portland.
The Music Genie was inspired by my husband who was in one of his reverie’s composing music. The watery depths in the background and the ghost like Genie to his right show him exploring his musical imagination of harmony and inter connected feeling.
I finished this painting just in the nick of time with putting in final touches just moments before putting the painting in with the rest before my husband drove off with them to take them to the gallery the day before the exhibit. Fortunately acrylic dries quickly with the aid of using a hair dryer! I had pulled an all nighter and had to crawl into bed–satisfied but curious as to how it might be received.