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"Men are but gilded loam or painted clay" --Richard the Second, Shakespeare.
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Thursday, October 23, 2014

in case you were wondering what I was doing....

Pronounced "vaaz" with your most snobby accent.  You can see why factories have made copies of this  handmade vase and work like it. AND you can see why I like to explore that shape, which I would suggest is a teardrop shape, right?

Not to say my work is worthy of Ming, but inspired by....

(new pottery by Gary Rith)

Wednesday, October 22, 2014


Penny got a little bug bite or something...and got obsessive licking it and suddenly yesterday the raw and bald spot on her back doubled so I dusted off the cone of shame....we have a small one and a large one which I hope she won't need.  NOT a popular move with her, but she adapted quickly. They get this look on their face when they wear those things, melts your heart, doesn't it?

In OTHER news I am messing around with this vase shape...couldn't resist throwing some frogs on there....

AND FINALLY we all need new pottery, right?  Get some here! Click on my etsy gallery, new items today!red flower vase or bottleblue flower vase or bottleyellow piggy bank

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

pepper art...

Friends gave us a small fortune in peppers from their garden's last gasp.  We added my bowl and... :)

Monday, October 20, 2014

tidal waves, a crazy night of dreams and Jack Russells....

Oh my, such unsettled dreams! It is not often I share under the tip of the iceberg that is me, but here goes:
In the first, I was in a Nazi death camp that somehow fomented a rebellion against the Germans and succeeded in kicking them out and securing freedom for the prisoners.  (Brad Pitt will be starring in THAT movie as me, right?)
It was awful.  More awful than awful.  Where did THAT come from?

Second dream I was visiting a middle school friend I have not seen since we were 16.  We went muddin' down a creek bed.  I have never been muddin' and wouldn't want to go muddin'.  He had a fat tired monster truck and we drove down the middle of a creek for some miles...destroying as much life as possible, I s'pose...for which I naturally felt guilty and wondered what the fuk I was doing in THAT dream....

Final dream I was back in Chicago visiting, and on the ground floor of a lakefront building when Lake Michigan began churning up HUGE waves.  When I lived there, some storms produced large waves which would sweep across the sidewalks, but not like this:  2-3 stories high and higher, coming up and into buildings.  It was speculated that there had been an earthquake under the lake. This is very unlike her, but my sister was with me and figured that if stores would be flooding we could get a lot of sales on good stuff from flooded stores....where did THAT dream come from?

OK, these mugs?  Another kid from middle school writes me "hey, could you make 2 mugs with my Jack Russells?" (see below) and it is like "SURE THING! How different is a terrier from a my studio?".  Not too different.....
have an awesome week!

(new mugs by Gary Rith)

Sunday, October 19, 2014


(vases by Gary Rith)

“Early bird
Oh, if you’re a bird, be an early bird
And catch the worm for your breakfast plate.
If you’re a bird, be an early bird—
But if you’re a worm, sleep late.” 
 Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends: The Poems and Drawings of Shel Silverstein

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I am a part-time pottery instructor at Cornell University Pot Shop and a full-time studio potter and sculptor, married to superhawt Missus Tastycake.