I create functional artwork made from discarded pots at a community ceramic studio in Brooklyn, NY.
The challenge is to make something new out of half-finished pottery.
I was never great at drawing from life, but I know how to put eyes and noses together to make some funny faces. The first ceramic studio I worked at had a big pile of unwanted pottery in the back yard that they let people glaze for free to test out different glaze combinations. I quickly became obsessed with drawing faces and writing notes on the discarded dishes. I loved that quick throw-away jokes could be applied to a material that, if not dropped on the floor, could last for thousands of years.
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I am afraid of the dark.
I’ve since moved to a bigger community studio — Gasworks NYC in Brooklyn — and have put up signs everywhere asking others to leave unfinished projects on my shelf for me to glaze or sculpt on top of. Working with an almost endless supply of unwanted pottery keeps me from taking anything too seriously. Badly misshapen, lumpy, and poorly thrown pots are some of the most fun to transform.
When I start working on a piece, I try to paint myself into a corner and then find a messy path out. That means starting to write a sentence on the outside of a vase without knowing how I am going to finish it. I like when the mistakes show up. Mutations are important to evolution. I take a lot of inspiration from hand written signs on deli doors or advertising yard sales — they get the message across, but aren't concerned with too many best-practices and rules of design. Convincing myself to ignore a few rules is the best way to get over my insecurities and start something new.
Dear cat, your food is disgusting and you cannot read and I love you.
As a cat, I would like it known that we can read and speak, most of us just don't feel the need to make this known to our servants (also known as humans).
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It just goes round and round my friend 😝
Load More Replies...Most of the pots I work on don't have space for me to write more than a sentence, so I try to cut out any unnecessary words and let the reader fill in some blanks. My favorite messages — ones like “I’m sorry your new baby is illiterate,” “these flowers are from the fancy deli, not the regular deli,” “I didn’t know what to get you, so I got you this dish. It was $700” use a few words to move from something conventional to something very slightly stranger. I aim for messages that are grounded in real situations — giving a gift, labeling a container, making a meal — but wind up somewhere unexpected.
I can see my house from here!
You have eaten all my brains. I hope you are happy.
"Good job! This is how to start and apocalypse!"
Load More Replies...By making a lot of pieces every day and not spending too long on each one, I am able to avoid overthinking things and get some strange results. I have 100,000 bad ideas in me. I need to get all of them out into the world so I can start getting into the good ideas that come next.
I think it is okay to do things the easy way as long the easy way is my own unique easy way. The easy way for me is to take a dish and just start painting or sculpting without too much of a plan. A lot of ceramic work is about the beauty of the craft and working toward an ideal form. I tend to move in the opposite direction — I love to make something that looks all wrong, doesn’t cost much to buy, and is somehow too memorable to throw away.
Don't talk to me.
Or just depressed?? We may never know, that's the mystery of the introvert.
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I live in a small apartment in New York City and make things until I run out of storage space. Once my apartment is full I have a big sale on my website, mail everything off, and start working on new stuff. I’ve seen my work grow and change over the years, but it is still centered on making funny faces and writing down whatever I can to make myself laugh.
The partially-melted spatula is my favorite spatula.
Mine too, except it's the handle that's melted. It's a good rigid one that I have a hard time finding anymore. It seems like they're all too flimsy and too flexible.
I was going to say the same thing. You can't find a good rigid one anymore. Mine has metal between the spatula part and the melted handle. Never giving that one up.
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Load More Replies...We should go back to sleep.
If you can read this, I am sorry to inform you that the little candies have all been eaten.
So... We meet again...
Please do not forget to blink every four seconds.
*blinks every five seconds* rebul.
Load More Replies...You can't tell me what to do! /s (but seriously, I now refuse to blink any more than once every 7 seconds)
Why am I counting the seconds between my blinking to make sure it’s four seconds? What is wrong with me?
When I find fruits that resemble human buttocks I display them in here. Look!
There is a water tower near Gaffney, SC that looks like a ginormous peach. If you approach it from the right direction on I-85, all of a sudden you see this enormous orange árse. "Whoa, I just got mooned by Donald tRump!"
Ha! ... this is great. Now I have to go in search of pictures.
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"Would you prefer the dime, cigar, glass jar full of dirt, or the bone first?"
Load More Replies...I didn't know what to get you, so I got you this fancy bowl. It was 700 dollars.
I am ready for lunch.
Devote your life to us please.
The amazing fish who can speak.
I was just sitting at the lake, minding my own business, wetting a line... if your gramps decided to swipe that cheese that's on him. Blub blub back at you.
I am sorry that your new baby is illiterate.
I sent a teen a card that read "Congratulations on the birth of your triplets" inside it read "Due to a printing mishap, this card should read "Happy Birthday"".
Load More Replies...See? Even the bowl wants food, GO SHARE, DON'T BE GREEDY, sharing is caring :)
I love these dishes...I think of them like Ickus and the others on Ahhh! Real Monsters!
Your hands are a little gross. Please use a fork to eat the rest of the M&Ms.
Today is a good day to quit your job ans start illegal tilapia farm in the basement. Live your dream!
Measured in bananas, the circumference of this bowl is one.
My problems are bigger than your problems.
No, my problems are the most important!!!! I HAVENT BEEN FED IN HALF AN HOUR! I"M STARVING!!! ;)
For your collection of very small rocks that look a little like human teeth.
I don't have tooth rocks....but I have several heart shaped ones, would those do?
Wow! This is just like eating off of my bathroom floor!
Fine art.
This water is from the sink, not the toilet.
It's a shame that this thing only goes in one direction.
My pen is regular size.
I am looking forward to eating your corpse.
Awwww thx 🥰 but u will have to wait a lil while, I’m afraid
Actually you can snack out my meal inside my intestine while I am still alive
Let's see if we can eat pancakes all day every day for a few months and survive.
Here, have your first! *holds out a pan that has been melted into a cake* (I will show myself out)
Load More Replies...Can confirm you can. Pancakes is all I ate for 4 months when I was pregnant
If you put fruit in the pancakes, sure, why not. Eggs? Yush. A pinch of sugar? Absolutely. I would need to know the definitive rules of this challenge, otherwise, I shall exploit everything I can.
It is a bowl to keep spiders in.
*she grabbed sandsniper’s wrist and forced their hand onto the bowl* touuuuuuuuch 👁️👄👁️
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Now is not a good time.
Beep beep bip I am not programmed to wash dishes. Beep booop I am only programmed to dance.
robot.exe. not doing dishes . . . loading . . . loading . . . robot.exe not doing dishes . . .
I just want to eat soup and go to bed early, man.
i say that i am going to bed early but i stay up for about 10 hrs
I took a shower and I no longe smell bad and I think we should make out.
I'll eat it.
I have been collecting these nuts for months to sustain me during the harsh winter ahead, but go ahead, have some as a snack i don't mind at all.
*eats all of the squirrel’s food* hwa dih yoh sahy?
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Evidence of the divine creator's handiwork can be seen in my otherworldly beauty.
Fart supplies.
"In the case of a disturbance that is too great, use these emergency tools."
This is that cup from Indiana Jones #3, but it's the real one.
We are out of cheerios and I am ready to resort to cannibalism.
Portable micro-toilet.
I have eaten too much and now I fall asleep.
I memorized a lot of phone numbers as a kid and will now say them all out loud. Enjoy!
I am 62, and here’s the phone number from the house we lived in when I was between 8 and 13 years old, so summer 1969 to summer 1974: 742-9104—only back then, being a smallish town, we could drop the first two numbers and just dial 2-9104 and be connected. I do not know why that particular phone number is the only one I remember from when I was growing up. It was long before cellphones that stored numbers, so we always had to either memorize them or keep one of those mini address books in our pockets with phone numbers in it. Guess the other numbers weren’t as memorable or something.
Load More Replies...Let's eat garbage.
Let's get out of here!
Yes, I have been sticking my feet in the peanut bowl, but my feet have been in my rainboots all day and they are way cleaner than my hands are.
Bob the Unicorn: "You know, fantasy animals suffer from the desire to smoke and sleep deprivation too!"
Welcome to my home. Please eat out of this special bowl that looks like the toilet.
I am a bottom feeder, but it's not a sex thing.
I am a heart worm and I love you.
The naked mole-rats are having a craaazy party in here!
Let's be roommates!!
Let the Nailsmith into your home. He shall make you a wonderful weapon.
Just some former and current lovers who are obsessed with me.
Toenail clippings.
Cooking tip: a bowl of frosted flakes tastes pretty good with cheese melted on top if you are very very stoned.
Let's make some holes in our teeth.
I wash my big toe in here.
Chew the pencil before you swallow the pencil.
What is even going on right now?
Or more defined letter spacing in between words would make these a lot easier to read and just elevate them a little bit.
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