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A record of the goings on around Michael Kline Pottery!

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Friday Already?

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Hello friends near and far,
I find myself at the end of the week rushed, hurried, and harried to get you some kind of report from deep inside the studio. Video is out the question, although i did enjoy putting together the video the other day, it took much time and attention.

Pictures will have to do for now. In lieu of captions or explanations here, please leave your ??? In the comments box below, or email me. There will be more reportage this weekend as the pottery train is chugging right along!

i heart monkey dishes

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Just a placeholder until I finish all of these plates and finish the last in my pottery bloggery series. Later today, hopefully! I also have some shipping to do. See you then.

Uh Oh

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Here's the table as of Thursday night. This morning a mild panic set into my mind as I head into the final week before the firing. Usually I am painting bisque ware by now, but here I am still making pots. Uh oh...No time to elaborate on this, just have to get to work. Have a great day.

Tech Talk: Short Clay, Big Jars

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The clay I use is a little bit short.

To counter the openess of the clay I turn the pot in the opposite
direction a few turns to "close" it up.

The flakiness near the bottom is from over drying with my torch and also shortness of clay, but it's a nice texture. After more ribbing, though, it goes away.

From last night. These jars range from 15-18 lbs. (6.8-8.2kg) in clay. Thrown in two sections using caps. I'm going to make a few more of these today. I need to fill a kiln up!


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Not a lot happening in the shop this morning. The girls are home from school and we're brewing up a couple of projects, i.e. a bunk bed for their "American Girls™ , some long overdue Thank You cards, and regular visits to Mommy's studio, where she is working on some tiny shiny.

Here's the state of the pots I've made the last couple of days. I've been moving more stuff from the "storage unit" in Micaville and sorting through all of it. I've found tons of books, cards, letters, LP's, cassette tapes, pictures, scraps of wood, and old kiln logbooks! There are some really nice old postcards that I've saved from over the last twenty or so years. I'll try to scan a few and post them later.

Makes me wonder how we promoted our work before Modern Postcard™ came along. These days there are so many places to have postcards made. If you're looking for a good place to care of your 'dream card' look to Elizabeth Robinson . Elizabeth makes beautiful pots and has a new business designing artist postcards and can now make your postcard dreams come true. (and for a very good price, too!) Check out her "Postcards For Artists" website and see a sampling of her designs. You can also see some of her pots here.

I'd better get to work on those mini-bunk-beds!
I'll let you know about what happens in the studio later today. Thanks for checking in!

pot-ter-eee & poe-et-treee

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Micah cut and stacked wood, while I churned out feet on about 40 plates and cut the edges. Some of the plates will become Obama-ware soon (more on that to come, stay tuned) and others will get incised. I thought that the pile of cut edges looked like a small hill of green beans, which we are now getting piles of from our garden. I just have to get out there and pick'em. I cooked some last week for Lillian and I with lots's of butter, salt and pepper. Mmmmm, I'd forgotten how good a green bean can be and I remembered what Bob Dylan sang,"Give me a string bean. I'm a hungry man!"
Oh, what the hell, here's a little Po-et-tree for ya,

Some time ago a crazy dream came to me,
I dreamt I was walkin' into World War Three.
I went to the doctor the very next day
To see what kinda words he could say.
He said it was a bad dream.
I wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though,
At the moment dreams are only in your head

I said, 'Hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my brain.'
He said, 'Nurse, get your pad, the boy's insane.'
He grabbed my arm, I said, 'Ouch!'
As we landed on the psychiatric couch,
He said, 'Tell me about it.'

Well the whole thing started at three o'clock fast,
It was all over by quarter past.
I was down in the sewer with some little lover
When I peeked out from a manhole cover
Wonderin' who turned the lights on.

Well, I got up and I walked around
Up and down the lonesome town.
I stood a-wondering which way to go,
I lit a cigarette on a parking meter
And walked on down the road.
It was a normal day.

Well, I rung the fallout shelter bell
And I leaned my head and I gave a yell,
'Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man.'
A shotgun fired and away I ran.
I don't blame him too much though,
He didn't know me.

Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand
I seen a man. I said, 'Howdy friend,
I guess there's just us two.'
He screamed a bit and away he flew.
Thought I was a Communist.

Well, I spied me a girl and before she could leave,
I said, 'Let's go and play Adam and Eve.'
I took her by the hand and my heart was thumpin'
When she said, 'Hey man, you crazy or sumpin',
You see what happened last time they started.'

Well, I seen me a Cadillac window uptown
There was nobody aroun'.
I got into the driver's seat
And I drove down 42nd Street
In my Cadillac.
Good car to drive after a war.

Well, I remember seein' some ad,
So I turned on my Conelrad.
But I didn't pay the Con Ed bill,
So the radio didn't work so well.
Turned on my record player -
It was Rock-A-Day Johnny singin',
'Tell Your Ma, Tell Your Pa,
Our Loves Are Gonna Grow Ooh-wah, Ooh-wah.'

I was feelin' kinda lonesome and blue,
I needed somebody to talk to.
So I called up the operator of time
Just to hear a voice of some kind.
'When you hear the beep
It will be three o'clock.'
She said that for over an hour
And I hung up.

Well, the doctor interrupted me just about then,
Sayin', 'Hey, I've been havin' the same old dreams,
But mine was a little different you see.
I dreamt the only person left after the war was me.
I didn't see you around.'

Well, now time passed and now it seems
Everybody's having them dreams.
Everybody sees their self walkin' around with no one else.
Half of the people can be part right all of the time,
And some of the people can be all right part of the time,
But all of the people can't be all right all of the time.
I think Abraham Lincoln said that.
'I'll let you be in my dream if I can be in yours.'
I said that.

Bob Dylan - Talkin' World War III Blues
Anway, here are a couple more shots from "the tables"...


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So I've decided that it was possible to fire again before the next show[October 11&12]! I hope I'm not wrong on this one. Micah Cain is on board again to help and he gives me the confidence that we'll get it done. After dinner I took my stroll to the studio, which I can't tell you how excited I am not to have to turn the key and crank up the old Ford to get there, not to mention looking up at the stars on the way back. As you can see I had some really soft clay and made a few 4 lb. plates. It's a good start. Tomorrow I have a demo scheduled at the Odyssey Clay Center in Asheville, but will get some more pots made in the morning. This is shaping up to be a real doozy with barely a week to make pots and just a few days to paint and glaze. Throw in some wood cutting and travel day and it's going to be interesting. I hope you'll be along for the ride.

On To The Kiln!

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As with most every day of this cycle of work, half of what is planned actually gets done, (maybe I should fire my planner?) But I painted and slipped the last pots and will start loading in the a.m. Here are some of the last pots that I decorated, and as usual, they were my faves. The brush was really going. I had a thought tonight that maybe I should just paint, and have someone else make the pots??? Naaaaa... making the pots is just too much fun. But it took all of these pots and several days, just to get warmed up with the brush.

Before I dipped these jugs, I put in a clay stopper, because a couple of these I dipped right side up.

Tiles for a show at the Clay Art Center, in Port Chester, NY. The show is called 6 x 6. It's all tile from different artist, it should be a nice exhibition. I made these to be a little over 7 inches, so that they would shrink to 6 in. I'm just guessing, because I haven't tested this batch of clay. Hopefully they won't be that strict for the show.
All in all it's been an interesting cycle of work. My helper, Mica and I really enjoyed dipping and glazing the pots in the bright sunshine. But for me the highlight of the day was walking the freshly glazed pots just the short distance from the new shop to the kiln, without having to drive them in the truck.


After Dinner Pottery

Michael Kline

Had nice evening in the open air last night. Rain's a coming and the air was damp. We need rain, our pond is almost dried up. The hatch of midges seems to be over, and the cicada killer wasps weren't around tonight. The cicadas must have all been eaten, because i mostly heard the crickets gearing up for their fall concert.

I threw a few cups and that was really a relief after throwing jars. It's a lot like the on-deck batter, swinging two bats before they step up to the plate. The small amount of clay, a little over a pound, was soft and rose up pretty effortlessly, but I had to be careful not to "strangle" it. Here's what the table looked like. Can you tell the bisque from the raw clay in B/W?

Today I will shuttle pots to various electric kilns in the neighborhood and get some pots ready for decorating. I need to mix some slip, maybe a little alkaline glaze, find my brushes, mix up a batch of wax, and wait for the rain. Have a good Monday!

click here to see what was on the 'pod last night