overrun by rebel soldiers...

I guess I was reading recently about the start of the Civil War 150 years ago, and it always irritates me that some people these days might insist it was about so-called state's rights when it was really as simple as slavery. War is a horrible task, and that was an esp. brutal war, but freeing the slaves was important. I hate it when I see the Confederate flag on a bumper here in New York *--what an ignorant and hateful statement. (*the hills out there might as well be Alabama, the way some rural folks are)

ANYWAY, I mention this because I dreamt I was a Union Captain defending a farm in a town, beset by thousands of rebel soldiers. At nightfall, I am the only Union soldier left, which they do not know. In an utterly vivid and real night, I take stock of the dead around me, and the thousands across the field with their cannon aimed at me, and I realize, when they fire the first shot of the morning, that there is not going to be any mercy if I am found to be the last survivor of this position, so I slip out the back and begin to make my way back to the larger Union position...utterly terrifying. Even a war and battle you consider just also seems like a useless waste of human potential and emotion. The town is quiet and I safely move through the darkness and awake...


SO, I make another car. This one may be the cutest of all of them so far, BUT it needed a repair and then I am trying make it roll for real and it did NOT work very well. I think I need to simplify my thinking for awhile, make non-rolling cars.
I made that skull below and Aprillyn just JUMPED on it...you wonder sometimes if you can ever make enough skull stuff?

(new pottery by Gary Rith)