My adventure, Fundy Mud Pottery, is about processing and firing the local Fundy mud I gather between my house and ‘The Rocks,’ while Ruth-Ann’s entity is her original limited edition Linocut Prints and cards.
Double click for Pottery as it happens on fundyheather flickr:
I sell at the Market, Fundy Farms Stand, Cape Enrage Gift shop, with Ollas over at Farmer Browns Greenhouse (&fbook)… and a special pink line just for my special ‘Pink Church‘ girls, 4060 route 114 Hopewell Cape. Just put some Chipody 1698 Pierre Thibodeau commemorative t-bowls over at Studio On the Marsh… For fall, we are gearing up to do art pop-ups out of the side of the rusty trusty ’89 Dodge Lanshark with Ruth-Ann, the side kicks, my travelling pottery wheel, maybe the Rav Vast if I can learn to play it better than I do now. Our next roadshow event is the beer tent in the Molly Cool parking lot, Alma, part of the fleet launch.
But, in the beginning… I start with over 80% raw local mud, adding ‘secret herbs and spices,‘ sometimes crushed shale, sometimes orphan waste clay from other potters, fire almost to a melt to get an attractive exterior sheen without the glaze I primarily reserve for the interior. I often do a bit of bird decoration with a fan brush and slurried porcelain.
Double click fundyheather flickr for Processing Fundy Mud:
Was successful testing a great wild clay from Keswick Ridge (samples collected by the family) gave it all away to good homes, then more blew in. Better clay than I struggle with here, have places to sell it, but developing a rural resource near Fredericton involving even a small shovel in the ground is problematic.
About 1000 lbs of clay gathered into buckets for the winter season. Wood is stacked in the yard and we are off to Northern Ontario, for a family event in my old 1 room school that is now the community center in the Penage district
Now playing… the bansuri, a north west India flute associated with Krishna. The G-bass tags along in western pop style, and is the largest model that can be readily learned. The bigger classical Hindustani E-bass, which is more emotional instrument than musical instrument is the ultimate goal. My fingers ruined in stone work can’t reach the holes, so I ‘had a’ butcher it a bit.
Received a Rav Vast b Kurd from Perm, Russia, a type of advanced steel tongue drum. I play it slowly with felt mallets to get a soothing sound somewhat like a harp. Waiting for a B bansuri stuck in shipping to match in with it. Just heard a friend of a friend is sending us a pair of shakuhachi flutes from Japan, with the caution- ‘this is very hard.’
Come for tea if you can find me. Hint: look for an iron fish on the road barn, and a Thunderbird carving beside the door to my so called studio. I don’t sell from the porch here, just drink King Cole with who ever comes by while I plot world domination.
Nice portrait on my business card? From a painting by a friend I miss: https://lynneciaccoart.weebly.com/