Jar Head

I've just finished a module on print in glass and ceramics, this, is the end product-




It's based on a combination of things, the Nag Hamadi jar which was believed to contain lost gospels which were permanently lost after the people who found it in the 50's burnt them for heat. It has a lot to do with time capsules and Indiana Jones since if you owned it you would become it's guardian.




I tried to harness the type of images you would see on post or on your tax return to give it a bit of international symbolism and seriousness (totally a word). The text on the side isn't very readable due to it being in sharpie but it reads;

'Not to be opened until- race is no longer an issue.'

You're not gonna find out what's inside unless you make racism a thing o' the past, so serve you're curiosity and give peace a chance.

Or give me a lolly-pop and I might be persuaded to let you in on the secret.

First Day Back

Tomorrow is Monday the 10th AKA the first day back. I wish I had new stationary and new clothes and a clue of what I had intended to do over the holiday to become a better student because odds are- I aint done it.

Wish I could have one of these bad boys-


For all my notes of glazes and firing times, information seems to leak out of my head. I was supposed to invest in a hard waring tech journal ages ago but haven't found one I can see myself committing to for the rest of my life. It's supposed to be a reference of all the things I've learned, all the stuff I've learned is scattered around my life/brain. Surprisingly I'm quite good at collating visual image diaries for quick reference inspiration.

Speaking of inspiration- today I bought two silhouettes one of a Captain Michael Pendragan and Miss Rebecca Treganow. I can tell you but not show you the wonderful-ness of Capt. Michale Pendragan's nose. It's a thing of beauty. I love Tynemouth market and thanks to Stacey Whittle I got to see it all at a leisurely pace rather than being dogged by my wonderful beau who had already gone round three times and bought 8 books by the time I've finished with my first stall.

Hope everyone who's had to return to work/study is feeling more confident and excited about the prospect than I am. I'm enrolling on a short course with my old tutor to teach myself to throw again, because that's not what University is for. Evidently. Or I'd be surrounded by hand made teapots rather than wonky mugs.

But hey- holds tea alright.