Spring rains and the beginnings of the garden

This has nothing to do with pottery. Rain came yesterday just as I was about to mow the grass, neglected over the weekend in favor of the Green Mountains. So I didn't mow the lawn, but instead went out and shot some photos of some of Dee's flowering plants in the garden.

At top is a Mt. St. Helens, whose lava-colored blooms show up this time of year. Then some wet iris leaves ... I think. And a pot of lettuce plants with chives in the background.

Oh, OK, one pottery item. A woman and her grown son showed up unexpectedly yesterday on the gravel path leading to the shed gallery. I joined them as they were looking at pots. "Did you have a good time in Vermont?" she asked. I had never met the woman before yesterday, so I was surprised at the question. Turns out she's Gail Laughlin, an amateur potter near Philadelphia, and a regular reader of this blog. Gail also told me she particularly likes the Fetish Ghost blog, listed on the blog roll to the right. I think she's the second blog-reader (Otto Wenger was the first) to show up and look at the pots in person. And she took a few home with her, too. Thank you, Gail.

Many potters, great food in Vermont

We were away from Cape Cod for less than two days over the weekend, but driving up into the mountains of Vermont feels like going to another country. Winding little state highways, green mountains (oh, so that's why they're called the Green Mountains), red barns, newly plowed fields in the river valley bottoms, sheep, cows, horses ... it's not Cape Cod.

We were at Bob and Christine Compton's pottery and home in Bristol for the annual Potters Potluck dinner and general discussion of all things clay. Over Saturday evening, about 50 people showed up, most carrying a dish of some kind and a bottle or six-pack. Potters came from all over the state and even from Quebec in southern Canada. Nice folks.

Bob has at least three working kilns on the property, a gas-fired car kiln in his studio, a giant two-chamber noborigama outside under the big shed roof and a catenary arch salt kiln on the hillside. All get regular use. And there are raku and pit-fire kilns, as well.

He fires the big noborigama only twice a year, not a big surprise since each chamber has about 250 c.f. of packing space. (I think I'm remembering that right.) Big firebox on the noborigama (fueled by slab wood from nearby mills) and a brick chimney about 20 feet tall. He removes two panels of roofing from the shed when he does his 24-hour-plus firings, to keep smoke from gathering around the firing crew. The spring firing of that kiln is coming up some time in the next few weeks. Lots and lots of bisque pots are stored in the studio, ready for glazing and stacking. (And lots of finished inventory is in their sales shop on the ground level of their home.)

Christine is a weaver, turning out beautiful work that's on their website, and she spins yarn from local fleece. (Which includes the fleece from their two sheep.) And she's a great hostess and saleswoman of their work.

If you find yourself heading up toward northern Vermont, you should stop in. Talented and friendly people.

"Potters' Potluck" at the Comptons' in Vermont

Potter Bob Compton and his wife Christine host an annual "Potters Potluck" at their home and pottery in Bristol, Vt. I've heard about it for years, but the time was always wrong to go up and be part of it. This year's different, though, so we're headed north tomorrow morning to join a group of potters from around New England (and maybe nearby NY state) for some pottery talk, a discussion of Shino and Celadon glazes, a bit of a pottery yard sale and some good food and drink. I'm bringing clams (dug a couple of days ago with Mike and Tammy Race) for steaming in wine and garlic, and a batch of red New Mexico chile.

I've known Bob and Christine for about 10 years and took a long weekend "Big Pots Workshop" with him a few summers ago. (The absolute cure for too much Cape Cod summer congestion is to drive to rural north-central Vermont for a couple of days and commune with the apple trees and the neighboring sheep.) Bob's a prolific potter and a prolific builder of wood kilns. He's got ... I don't know ... maybe six kilns on the property? Maybe more. I haven't been up there for a while.

And Christine is a fine weaver of wool and other fibers. Take a look at their website at robertcomptonpottery.com.

We'll stay overnight, then return home via Brattleboro, Vt., where there is good, cheap wine and cheese.

Photos: Top, Bob and Christine in front of their place, a multi-chambered noborigama and some pots, and the neck of a lovely blue pot.

New gallery is coming together

I've begun putting up shelves in the new upstairs gallery space and have moved a few pots up there. The bright white walls and the abundant sunlight do a pretty good job of lighting up the pots. I think I may have to put in a spot or two for a couple of the locations, which I think could use a bit more light. Still, the area is what Hemingway called "a clean, well-lighted room."

My idea for this space is to accommodate the three or four particularly special pots that seem to come out of each firing. I'm generally happy with my pots and never sell anything I think isn't up to my standards, but we all know that there are times in reduction firing, especially in Shino firing, that some pots stand out above the others. Those are the ones I want to be in this gallery.

I've got shelves on a couple of walls and am using a worn old dropleaf table that was our dining room table 35 years ago. I like that worn wood look. I've got to get another table up there and then use the wall space for a few prints. But that will all come together. Just thought blog readers might like a look at the way it's coming.

Also, I got my annual supply of Cape Cod Potters brochures this week. I have thousands, so anyone who would like to have one (or more than one) let me know and I'll put it in the mail.

Meanwhile, here's a photo of the cover. That jug in the lower left is mine, which makes this brochure maybe the third time this particular jug is displayed prominently. It's been in two Cape museum shows in the past two years. Which means either that it's a nice jug or I have only made one decent pot in that time.

Happy Mother's Day, everyone

Happy Mother's Day, all. My fellow potter-blogger Tracey Broome inspired this post with her own of her fine daughter and musician Wes. I thought I'd post a few photos of the mothers around us and the children that make them mothers. We're off in a moment for a Mother's Day lunch with Dee's mom, Jan Potter Dorchester, and with Dee's dad, Doug Dorchester.

So, here we go. At top, our son Marcus as a proud young fisherman on Martha's Vineyard, holding a scup he caught (or maybe Doug caught) on a fishing trip with his grandfather. Next, Dee and Marcus and his wife Anastasia, on their neatly gardened front yard in Seattle. Below that, Marcus and Anastasia with a wartime black-and-white image of the young lovers Doug and Jan. Then Jan a couple of years ago with a rapidly diminishing tray of something she knows I like to eat at picnics. And at the bottom, Dee and the two kids again, playing with the drills in the kids' mid-renovation bathroom, also in Seattle.

All for now.

New gallery space, cleaned up, ready for pots

We've been painting the space over my studio for the past month or so, off and on, and I spent a couple of days ripping up the rose-colored wall-to-wall carpet and loading it into my pickup. Last Friday, Mike and Tammy Race came over and helped me get the floor down. Mike's a builder and owns (and knows how to use) a gazillion power saws. Tammy knows how to put down flooring. So, in about three hours, we had the floor laid. It's a Pergo floor that looks just like a light oak flooring and goes down like a jigsaw puzzle with only right angles. I finished off floor where it meets the wall, with painted quarter-round molding. (Now, if anyone has any bright ideas about how to get the radiator cover back on the radiator, I'm listening ... )

For the moment, wooden Japanese screens divide the room. The end nearest the stairway (bottom two images) will be the gallery and the far half of the room (top two images) remains a guest space and work room. The rough barnboard of the room was stained a dark gray-brown, so we put on several coats of white sealer and finish paint, which brightened up the room considerably. It already has lots of windows, so there's a lot of light in there now.

Next step is to build and install the shelves and tables that will hold the pots.

This gallery will be an understated part of our home and I don't expect everyone who comes here to go up to it. For one thing, you have to enter through my studio, which is only open when I am here on the property. The current shed gallery, behind our house, will continue to have the majority of my pots and will be open every day, whether I'm here or away from the house. This new space will be for the best pieces that come from the kiln, and they will be priced that way.

Now, to build the shelves and make more pots.

Oh, and some family history - the big framed portrait is my great-great-grandfather Hiram Jackson, who emigrated here from the English industrial Midlands late in the 19th century and worked in the mills of New Bedford, later settling on the tiny island of Cuttyhunk, which is not far from here. Hiram was a member of a local lifesaving crew on the island. He died in 1893 with five other men when their lifeboat overturned in the waves of a gale as they tried to rescue people from the grounded sailing ship Aquatic, which was on Sow and Pigs Reef offshore. More than you want to know, perhaps, but our son Marcus and daughter-in-law Anastasia, who work in backcountry search and rescue near Seattle, might want to hear that they're carrying on a family tradition.

Extremely cool work in a very hot medium

I was in Brockton, Mass., Sunday afternoon at the Fuller Museum of Craft for the opening of Josh Simpson's show. Josh lives in western Massachusetts and makes glass. But "making glass" is considerably less than what he really does. You may know him as the glassblower who makes "planets," balls of intricately built, several-layered glass that are the size of marbles or the size of bowling balls. (See the "planets" above.)

Josh, in his "Infinity Project," places his "planets" in obscure and not-so-obscure places around the actual planet Earth, to be found tomorrow by a hiker or 500 years from now by an archaeologist, either of which would be left wondering at how this beautiful and amazing ball of glass crossed his or her path. You can read about this part of his life at his website joshsimpson.com, where you will find that the right proposal will allow you, too, to place a "planet" somewhere on the planet.

OK, enough raving about the balls of glass. (They are, however, remarkable. You gotta see them.)

But the show is more than planets - it's goblets, bowls, sculptural work that will remind you of a geode, vases, glass blown into copper cable baskets ... all colors all shapes. A great show. Worth the trip to the museum about a half-hour south of Boston.

As for Hatchville Pottery ... the floor went down in the new guest room/gallery last Friday. I've put in and painted all the quarter-round molding between the new floor and the walls, the furniture has more or less been moved into the guest room part and now I've got to get all the tools and waste material out of the gallery. Today or tomorrow for that. Then back to making pots.

Oh, and a bow to Tracey Broome down in NC, who a couple of weeks ago recommended the film "Throw Down Your Heart." If you are at all interested in music, banjo music, African music, or the American banjo musician Bela Fleck, you should rent this film. It's the wonderful story of Fleck visiting four African countries, bringing the banjo back to visit its ancestors. We watched it last night, getting it from Netflix. Well worth the time. Great music and great people.