It has not stopped raining here since forever. Many of you had it much worse, and for that I am so sorry. Pig, toad and lamb are taking the brunt here, but then, they have been out in all weather for the last thirty and more years.
We took a drive out to Steve and Deb's home, to deliver the sack 'o towels. Laura spent yesterday afternoon pricing and tagging the towels, a great help.
This is Steve and Deb's fairly recently renovated home, from the doorway of the new studio, up the hill. A great view of the tin roof, circa 1860, and the glass pane, circa 1840. The second story addition, erected in the eighteen hundreds, and the bedroom of the children, remained supported only by love, according to the carpenter who undertook those renovations.
If you are an artist who loves looking around other studios, here is Elements Gallery, 360, or rather close.
The wall behind Deb's work table and some of her carved plaques.
The back edge of the table. I was waved off photographing the front, with Deb.
More stuff that must come in handy when throwing or casting porcelain.
On the top shelf. I wonder if the vase on the left did not pass the glaze exam. On the right looks good to me.
More work area, the kiln, and I'll guess that white box involves glaze, as Steve makes theirs.
Sophie, la gata, and the next to last side of the studio. I found a lovely small plate here, and Deb and I made a trade.
And so more errands and home. I need to go work on setting up my loom for its next project.
When I wrote the blog earlier tonight, I could not figure out how to get the purloined picture of Deb and Steve published. Someone put it out in Facebook a year ago, when they were closing Elements Gallery in Peninsula. Now you have them. I am fortunate to have them.