dragons

Can you use ahoy in relation to an inland adventure?

Today is my final day in cooldom. I am sitting here with the sunshine streaming in through the window with the heater next to me. It is going to be a nice day but it is chilly this morning.

This is the forecast for Hobart for the next seven days.

Hobart Weather

I will be leaving the nice cool rainy Tasmanian weather and diving HEADLONG INTO THE FURNACE that is Kalgoorlie in Springtime.

THIRTYSEVEN

*collapses*

kalgoorlie weather

A good friend had offered me the use of his caravan in Boulder, that generous offer was part of the reason I decided to try and go on this crazy adventure. Once I had decided to really have a crack at getting to Kalgoorlie, I set up the pozible and you dear people overwhelmed me with your support. I mean who funds a pozible in less than five hours? You are amazing and I am very lucky.

I am even luckier in that Rydges Kalgoorlie Resort and Spa, offered to sponsor me.

When the temperature reaches 37 DEGREES and I am CRYING LIKE A TASMANIAN BABY IN THE HOT KALGOORLIE SUN.

I will be able to retreat to the comfort of an air conditioned room, with a spa.

A SPA. (deserves all caps)

I haven’t had a spa since I was a kid and I am looking forward to the bubbly bliss that is a spa.

This might well be what I look like before I splash into the spa.

Antony Gormley Sculpture

And this might well be my smiley relaxed post spa face.

Kim (4)

Or maybe I will look like this. Because I am still panicking over the 37 DEGREE FIERY HEAT.

saint lisa

What ever face I am wearing I am super grateful to have this opportunity and I really can’t thank you all enough. Both for helping me to go and also for your patience in waiting until I return from Kalgoorlie to finish glazing your rewards.

The rainbow cups are done, the dessert bowls are done, though I am worrying that the bowls might be a bit small for both cake and ice cream together. The texture is pretty though and I have been having fun with underglaze colours on the undersides of the bowls. The platters are made but not decorated, as two of you wanted me to decorate the platters with the Kalgoorlie experience fresh in my mind. So there will probably be lots of red on those platters and maybe a small doom inscribed somewhere.

I will be posting photos to my instagram account, using the hashtags #raasummit #rydgeskalgoorlie and #deathraysofdoom You can find my instagram here => @frogpondsrock

I will only be taking my phone and small digital point and shoot with me because I am travelling light, so I won’t be blogging while I am away.

I will be posting onto my Kim Foale Ceramics Facebook page.

As well as tweeting all the things on my @frogpondsrock twitter account.

Now I am off to pack my bag, while I try not to think about the death rays of doom.

Bye.

*gulps*

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Glimpses.

by frogpondsrock on April 15, 2013

in Arty stuff..,dragons,Love and Loss,photography

tree spirittree spirit 3tree spirit.

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The chaos gene

by frogpondsrock on November 23, 2012

in ceramics,Distractions galore!,dragons,Uncategorized

I posted some before and after photos of my studio to instagram, facebook and twitter yesterday and a number of equally untidy potters came out in solidarity with me. The potters that talked about their messy habits in their own studios made me feel less alone in my chaos. Everywhere I look lately, there seems to be a plethora of home beautiful shots,showcasing successful people with immaculate homes,equally immaculate studios, shiny hair, straight white teeth, perfect lives.

It took about two hours to clear all this space. I reckon it will take me ten minutes to mess it all back up again.

I am sure I have spoken about this before, my personal inability to be tidy, but I know that what I haven’t mentioned is how the chaos always makes me feel a bit inadequate. Not a lot inadequate mind you, and certainly this feeling of somehow being unworthy isn’t enough to motivate me to find the vacuum cleaner. But it is there quietly laughing away in my subconscious. I am aware that I have been programmed from childhood into thinking that a successful woman, is a woman with a tidy house, all sparkly and generic.

And this subtle expectation annoys me.

Once my children had mastered the ability to walk upright I stopped vacuuming everyday because it simply wasn’t necessary anymore. We spent as much time outside as we could manage and I wrote about our time spent chasing lizards instead of washing windows. I haven’t vacuumed since 2008 and to be honest I don’t actually know where the vacuum cleaner is, “The Spouse” drags it out of its hiding place every so often and I arrive home and notice that parts of my home are all sparkly and clean.

As I am sitting here thinking about housework and feminism, artistic temperaments and genetics, I realise I have totally lost my train of thought because there is a peacock in my garden.

A young peacock wandered into the garden and I have just spent ten minutes photographing him and daydreaming about dragon scaled platters as he ate the chook pellets I scattered about.

I have no idea where the peacock has gone now, he ate some pellets and then just slowly wandered off back into the bush. That is what I need to do as well, as my sparkly clean studio is calling me and I need to have the kiln packed and ready to be fired by Sunday. I always make a dreadful mess when I am glazing but I am sure all that shiny tidiness can not be good for my soul anyway.

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Photos of the sky

by frogpondsrock on July 21, 2012

in Distractions galore!,dragons,Grief,Hope

If you read my previous post, “The Loneliness of the Dying” you will know that my thoughts have been focused very deeply on life and death this week. Friends from my wild youth have succumbed to cancer and other male friends in their late forties and early fifties haveĀ  been diagnosed with cancer.

Everywhere I look this week there is cancer. I am surrounded by it.

Amidst all this death my newest grandchild waits to be born.

Life and death, death and life all messily entwined in this existence of ours.

I can’t settle to anything, I cancelled a class I was teaching, I have swapped my days at work and I am here impatiently waiting.

Tap, tap, tappity fucking tap.

I don’t do waiting very well, I like to be doing.

The Spouse read these words over my shoulder and scoffed at me.

He asked what I was doing the other day when I spent an hour focused on an eagle in a tree? I was waiting for the eagle to fly I responded. As I was waiting, I was also doing, it was a busy kind of waiting.

I was active in my stillness

Waiting for an eagle to launch itself from a tree is active waiting. Waiting for a loved one to die or to be born is passive waiting.

I am not passive. I cant ever seem to manage passivity in any form.

In my agitation the other night, I was distracted by the sky.

I am always distracted by the sky.

I saw a skull in the clouds and photographed it for my friend who likes skulls.

I am still agitated.

I am impatient.

I give you the sky.

 

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I am lost in a novel.

by frogpondsrock on March 16, 2012

in Distractions galore!,dragons

I have dived headlong into the Game of Thrones series of books. I have nearly completed book two and I am at the stage where I am thinking about the characters as I go about my daily tasks. I even took the book up with me to the studio the other day and during the course of the day found a good rythm, whereby I made a couple of pots, read a few pages, gazed at the sky for a bit and then made a couple more pots. It was a good afternoon.

I am not quite at the stage where I am dreaming about the characters but I am sure that will happen as I immerse myself in the third book.

Life would be so empty without glorious, fat novels that transport me into another world and another time.

Thank you George R. R. Martin you are now firmly in my favourites list, right next to Robin Hobb and Pamela Freeman.

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Sunday Selections #34

August 28, 2011

I am rushing to publish this edition of Sunday Selections before I have to race out the door and spend the day in the Off Centre Gallery. Here is a sunset especially for Jientje from Heaven is in Belgium. Jientje sent me a lovely piece of handmade lace that she made that was inspired by […]

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The great ceramic egg heist of 2011

February 8, 2011

When I first put my ceramic sculpture proposal to the trustees of the Chauncy Vale wildlife sanctuary I was warned that some of my eggs might go missing. I replied that I was fine with that because I really didn’t think that someone would bother to pinch the eggs. I also assumed that the eggs […]

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No free spirits here.

December 4, 2010
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Photos of the dragon eggs, a work in progress.

July 24, 2010

Here are some photos of the newest dragon eggs.

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Dragon’s eggs and eagles.

July 11, 2010

Two dragon eggs are out of the electric kiln and I have been staring at them and thinking about them for a week now. Today I took them outside to play. I was concentrating on photographing the eggs and nearly missed these two beauties soaring high above me in the winter sky. Today was a […]

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