Truly, I do not think that I am employable. (you want me to wear what, show up when and look busy even if the job is finished?)
I work a lot of hours, probably more than the average, but I work on my own time schedule.
In order to get another pay check, I need to keep my creative engine in over drive.
My brain never shuts up. (She's a slave driver.)
I started out as a potter and spent 30 years making fun, festive, functional pots.
As a single parent, I was living in a ski area, so the best paying jobs were waiting tables in very good
restaurants. Since my kidlet was gone all day in school and I'd be gone all night if I took one of these jobs,
I decided I would try and sell my pottery. (Could always go back and get a real job, so why not give this a shot.)
Got in my car, headed over the pass to Vail. Found a shop that I thought could sell my wares and inquired.
Opening order: $300.. After I delivered, the shop owner called me 24 hours later. Said he'd sold it all and
ordered $2000. YIPPEE.
So I would made pots and not wait tables.
Notice the birds on the pot? Been adding birds to things for quite a while.
Now I make the birds and add them to bedsprings, foundry pattern,
more stuff that I find when out exploring.
Some jaunts are intentional junk hunting trips.
It is great to have friends in “low” places....
Got in my truck. Headed south, on the hunt for junk.
The BLM seems to be a place of disrespect, a place to dump all your crap, a place for me to hunt for springs and weirdo metal pieces.
My artist friend lives in "No Wheresville",
adjacent to BLM land.
(Saving grace, my friend’s view does not encompass all the dumping on BLM land.)
Flat out amazed at the incredible disregard for the land., As you know, I am a proponent of "take care of our home, our habitat and our life-giving planet".
What was really alarming was the fact that there is a giant hole, dug for a dump and those grubby people can’t even drive their trash over to the hole. Lazy-asses. There were couches set up next to a hand dug fire pit. Looks like they partied then left all the garbage they hauled in, the chairs and their trash.
This desert landscape is settled below the mountains, contrasting with the rows of cottonwoods lining the ditches, the sub irrigated fields, the lush and welcome of spring green.
Meadowlarks, red wing blackbirds, robins all heralding the onset of this new season.
This desert landscape is beautiful to me yet to some it is just a garbage dump. Sad, harmful, polluting.