Change, change, change

At last its a signed deal.
I am moving to Pardes Hana at the end of the summer. Looking forward to change once again, and to having my own place to paint and repaint and celebrate with wall color and plan pieces to fit where intended and make it look like it really is my Home.

Hopefully to separate ceramic dust from home space though the studio will not be far away, so I will still be in it first thing in the morning and with my last energy at night...

To sum up the four years in this rented apartment(was going to be for one year when I moved in): it is not a place I would stay in any longer, not even if the landlord were suddenly to tell me I can stay in it forever rent free !

Pardes Hana closes a circle for me. I hope that the changes I can keep making in my own apartment will be as much as I need.... and that it might be a long time before I have to pack and move again.

Its a little far for some of you, but there will be much more I can offer you there!!

To the birds

How could the fine eggshells not lead to the next step, to the birds? Women, clothes, birds, makes sense doesn't it? Birds, chics, preening. ..
The connection was actually made by the curator at Gan Shmuel who suggested I take part in an exhibition of birds. As things tend to do when you are open and ready for them, the offer came at an excellent time, when I was taking those fine egg shell edges and putting them onto creatures as wings.
The kiln is waiting to fire with all the egg shells ( mine and my students') and fine edged bowls and cups and saucers, with experimental edging and glazing , and now there are cracked eggs with bug eyed chics in them waiting to be fired
along with the pelican.