Archive for June, 2010

Finnerty Workshop and More!
June 27, 2010

I recently drove to Santa Fe and visited my good friend Mike Jabbur. I also attended a week long workshop at Santa Fe Clay presented by ceramic artist, Kathryn Finnerty. Following you will see some images from the workshop (I should have taken more pictures!) and some scenery from my jaunts with Mike. (Some of you wanted to see my Chevy truck post so I moved it up. It is right after this post…just keep scrolling.)

Kathryn starts by carving intricate designs in plaster. She will lay a slab of clay over this then POUNCE upon it! To know what this means, you will have to take a Finnerty workshop…and you should!

The slab picks up the pattern off the plaster and she shapes the slab into various forms. In this soon to be cup, she cuts out a dart!

Then she closes the dart to create a change of form! I am using exclamation marks because she is so adept at this technique!

Kathryn made a paper pattern to help produce a pitcher. There are six p’s in that sentence.

She uses cardboard cylinders to lift slabs up and to initially support her forms.

Shaping, shaping, shaping.

I have observed many ceramic artists working. Kathryn Finnerty is definitely the fastest producer. By the time you scroll down to the next image, she will have made…

four handles! Yep, she is that fast.

After she made that pitcher body, she sliced it all up!

Then she squeeeeeezed it.

Then she blended the seams and then

I was distracted by my new shoe.

…and then she tweeeeeked the pitcher until it was ready for…

the fastest handle in the west. Kathryn is so fast…

I had to snap this image over and over to catch her scraping excess clay from her sprig. I was never fast enough to capture her pressing the flat side of the blade down to lift up the sprig from the plaster mold. She may have licked the blade. I don’t know. She was all a blur.

Kathryn Finnerty made lots of forms that week in Santa Fe. If you are a ceramic artist, you should go to a Finnerty workshop, too!

To see Kathryn’s lovely creations, click here NOW!

Scroll on down to see some New Mexico sights…

Three images of an exquisite gallery in Santa Fe, Toughing Stone

I stayed with my friend Mike who is a ceramic artist and studio manager of Santa Fe Clay.

I love a good road trip

…especially with a buddy. We ended up at Georgia O’Keefe’s Ghost Ranch. Hope you enjoy the scenery, too…

…wildfire out of control north of Santa Fe.

A great workshop at a wonderful clay studio in a lovely area of our country. And the highlight of my trip?

…time shared with a friend.

Chevy Repost
June 27, 2010

I am moving this post up for my newest “wheels” buddy. I met Stan tonight at
Hamburger Mary’s on the Boulevard. He drove up in his beeyooteeful convertible Ford…another 1965! It is the color of my gold interior and has white bucket seats! …mmm. So here’s a story for you, Stan…

I attained my love of old vehicles from my father. The first car I “drove” was by sitting on the lap of my dad and steering while he braked and accelerated his ’49 Willys Jeep. It was similar to this one but green.


Following are my father’s vehicles, ones I drove while growing up. In chronological order, of course.


The best way to learn about clutches and gears.


A great wagon for the drive-in movie!


Dad’s was red. Most fun with doors off! He kept the top on, though.


Not exactly a “cool” car in high school but it had a huge engine. Man, could it go!

My “auto ed” began early in my years and started with “Come hold the light for me.” Soon I had been taught enough for “Hand me the wrench. No, the crescent!” As I grew older, I learned quite a bit about vehicles. I actually remember the time my dad showed me where the zerts (sp?) were on my first car…


My ’69 Mustang was similar to this but had a white vinyl top. 302 3-speed. I actually installed a water pump on it once and only had four bolts left over! I kept it for 13 years.

Any time I have ever been out with my father, he always pointed out the older or in some way special automobiles. What he loved most were the pick-up trucks. He always wanted a pick-up but he never had one. I don’t know why because he always had fine enough cars…Jeeps, a ’72 Ford LTD, and later, Lincoln Continentals. His last truck was a GMC Jimmy, close…but not a pick-up. He actually seemed to “pine” for an old pick-up and I wish I had asked him why he didn’t ever own one. Of course, every time I see an old pick-up, I think of my father.

For the last couple of years, I have been preparing to replace my Ford Escort. I was going to buy a friend’s ’05 Civic…not a car I particularly wanted but would admittedly be a good choice. His plans changed recently so within the last two weeks I became comfortable with keeping the Escort. It’s a great car actually. Simple. I have to roll up my own window, I lock the doors without one of those clicker things that I don’t even know the name of, I push a clutch and shift the gears. Ten years ago, I actually had to order this car because dealers don’t tend to order “simple” cars for the lot. “Simple”, remember this word…it is important to the following story…

So here I am, prepared for something but not looking! This, friends is when magic happens…

… last Saturday night, I was working in my studio, my friend, Bowie, walked in and said, “Did you see the truck outside?” You know me well enough now to know that I hopped up and stepped out. When I saw… I think my heart actually went pitty pat! Because there, right there…was parked a…


Thanks to “auto ed” (Dad), I guessed it was a ’65. Make a comment by clicking “Leave a Response” to join the “Name the Truck” contest. Winner gets a ride! (it’s a girl, by the way)

As I walked closer, I wondered if… and glanced to check…”Yes, there is a sign stuck up in the windshield!”. It was for sale. I thought about it all night and woke up thinking about it the next morning. On Sunday, I was describing the truck to my friend Brock. I said, “Maybe I could get it and keep it for a year or two just for fun.” He looked up dreamily and said, “That, would be a great year.” That’s when I knew that the truck would be mine.

The next day the owner, Scott, brought the truck back over to Red Star. He and his wife, Angela, had driven it here on Saturday night to eat dinner at Lill’s. I told him I wanted to take it down on the boulevard for my buddy, Ryan, to check out. Ryan lives across the street from me and knows all about old vehicles. When I asked, “May I drive?”, Scott hesitated…”Do you know how to…” I interrupted with “Oh, yeah.” Still hesitant, Scott said, “Most people don’t know how to drive an old…” “Oh, I’m good…trust me.” He was so sweet, not wanting to offend me but not quite willing to hand over the keys. Third time convinced and I hopped in behind the wheel. Ryan and his buddies, Chad and Zeke gave it a good going over and gave me the “thumbs up”. Next thing I knew…I had a truck.


1965 Chevrolet C10, high torque 230 six cylinder, three on the tree, long bed.


lonnnnnnnnngggg! bed


This is the front!


This is the rear!


A great thing about the truck is that the plate goes well with the color!

My neighbor, “north” Mark (I have a “south Mark, too) just made the first entry into the name the truck contest. It was an “off the front porch” entry. You may enter at the beginning of this post or through facebook.


A great thing about my truck is that it matches my glaze!


I have been accused of wearing socks to match my truck. But the color of my truck is much prettier. It is the color of…

September sky!


This is the bed! I stood on the bumper and wasn’t tall enough to get it all in!

Have you noticed my over use of exclamation marks!?


This is the interior!


I think this is the ash tray!


This is the glove box! The seat belts are in there but soon they will be in their proper place. On the left is a journal where I will keep the maintenance record. Also, passengers may write in observations we make while “on the road”!


I swear I am not dressing to match my truck! Really.

So, as you can see, there are many great things about my truck. But remember how this post began? I want to share with you the best thing about my truck…


In 1965, a farmer in Arkansas bought this truck from a dealer in Huntsville. The dealer’s name is stamped on the back bumper. I didn’t notice this until after I bought the truck.

Hold on to your hat, Daddy-O…this “ride’s” for you.


William ( Bill ) Earl Haddock. 1924-2008.

Enter the “Name the Truck” Contest! You can’t win if you don’t play!

Check back for truck stories and pictures… coming soon, “Girls in My Truck”.



Thank all of you for your entries! They were all great suggestions. I especially enjoyed reading the reasons for your choices. A lot of nostalgia came my way. I have the best friends ever!
And the winner is…
the entry from…

Wait, wait! Before you scream “Foul Play!”… before you accuse us of a nepotistical romp…
Well, it is true that brother Randy had inside information… but even with that, I’m sure that when you know the name you will totally agree!! Remember how the story of the truck started out? With my father, right? Well, my brother remembered that my dad called my mom…


and Susie Q it is!


Virginia Sue Stockdale and William Earl Haddock
Married on New Year’s Day, 1951
Resting in Peace Together

June 9, 2010

What do potters do when they don’t have a studio?
They hop on a big plane in Kansas City…

they hop on a small plane in Denver…

and are driven through the foothills…

so that they can teach a workshop in another potter’s studio!

Owned and operated by studio potter Bonnie Schlesselman,
Potters’ Depot is housed in the old train station of Buffalo, Wyoming.

If you go to Potters’ Depot, you will be greeted by a lovely, well stocked gallery…

as well as Luke, The Studio Dog.

(If you are not a potter…The Studio Dog is an official title, by the way.)

At Potters’ Depot you will find a well accoutered studio, very neat and clean…

…complete with an adept and pleasant assistant by the name of Carissa.

If you teach a workshop at Potters’ Depot you will find…

a comfortable room, in which the huge doors open to reveal…

an enclosed kiln shed and…


Potters, can you imaging working in this spot with those tall doors open… feeling the cool breeze, listening to the birds and the rushing…

mountain stream that encircles the property?

So, now for the workshop. Here is my group…

Hey! Pay attention…I’m woRKing here!

There now, that’s better…got your attention…

See? You learned somethun.

Oops, losing them again.

I think it must be time for…

Music on the back porch and…

dinner with my new friends (the room was full of people but I couldn’t take my eyes off the view out the kitchen window)
because… what potters like best of all are…

EMPTY POTS! Indian food (Eastern)…delicious.

Now I leave you with images of my Monday morning canyon walk and something I learned about grizzly bears…

Wait! Did I just hear the word, “wolf”?

The mountain rivers were a bit muddy due to recent rains.

Lunch stop.

…and then I left Wyoming. But not before I learned…

when conditions are right, a grizzly bear will consume 20,000 moths per day. When a bear is foraging for this favorite food, he is so focused that you can actually walk up and…

“slap him on the butt”.

So they say.

Also heard, “Wyoming is a great place to visit…

but you wouldn’t want to live there!” They told me to tell you that!

Potters’ Depot
you should go there, too!