In the occasional posts about my craftier life, I would love to share a delight of mine. Somewhere in the late 1990’s, I got into ceramics. There was a store where I could buy bisque and supplies and even take classes. I had a great time, learned a new skill and spent lots of money. First I painted designs I liked, many of which are still part of my décor.
Bet you can’t figure out what sort of things I like? It’s no coincidence they are also things I like to read about; native Americans, wolves, lighthouses, horses. And more–
I love the broken lighthouse. It is a carbon copy of the light in the first post, except painted and chipped away to show what happens when neglect is allowed to decay something. The symbolism speaks loud to me. Weathered colors, hole in roof, eroded tower, chipped walls are all start contrast to the bright paint and upkeep from the original version. The other light in this photo is a model of a Michigan lighthouse.
And then others started admiring my collections and hinting how our tastes sometimes mirrored each other.
Then I figured out I had tapped into a super gift giving avenue. People loved getting hand painted ceramics from me, especially when they fit into their own interests and decorating. My biggest investment was time.
Sometimes I also gave more functional gifts like this clock and bird house.
Unfortunately I haven’t worked on ceramics for a long time now, probably close to 8 years or better. Where has the time gone?
This pretty pony stands about 3 feet tall from the floor and is over 2 feet long.
(Shhh. don’t tell anyone, but the center post is actually a cut off shower curtain rod)