Have you ever been so attached to a piece of furniture that you cried when it came time to give it away or sell it? Yesterday morning Jim and I took my little black desk to New Bee’s second-hand store in Buena Vista, and I choked up. I felt like I was leaving my child on the doorstep of the police station. I’ve had it since I was twenty-four. I bought the little five-drawer desk when I was married to my first husband and used it continuously until three years ago. At that time, Jim took it for his tools until we dismantled the garage to move our pottery equipment in there. It’s a nifty little desk. I will visit it at New Bee’s to see if it’s found a safe place indoors and if its drawers are in the correct slots. As anything put up for adoption, I want it to go to a good home.
Ever since we moved the contents of our pottery studio to the garage, there have been piles of lumber, shelving, buckets, magazines, books, nicknacks and plaster molds displaced and homeless. Much of this accumulation ended up outdoors around the garage, covered with blue plastic tarps. Yesterday most of it disappeared – a bittersweet goodbye. We needed to let this stuff go. Really we did. There was no room to keep it under our new set-up. Having it gone will revitalize our creativity. Here’s a picture of a table with some of our plaster molds.
And here’s a picture showing about 1/10th of the lumber we needed to unload.
What pulled hardest on my heartstrings were the plaster mask molds. Most are gone now, including some of our best ones. Gone are Jim’s Cat Face and Sun Face molds. Gone are about ten or twelve of my lady face molds, my big Wink Man and Lion mold. Also gone are some platter and deep dish slump molds as well as a couple dozen hump forms and heart molds for making slab bowls.
The fantastic miracle is that we found a family who wanted most of the lumber, magazines and books, and molds as much as we needed them gone. The father is setting up a pottery studio in Crestone. The sixteen year old son is taking pottery lessons in school and is thrilled with the books. I even gave him the first pottery book I owned – Ceramics by Ken Nelson, gifted to me by my parents in 1978. Back then, it was the bible for potters — the theory and practical info any potter needs to get started. Not much has changed. The mom is an excellent artist who will be taking her first pottery class from Adams State College this fall.
Here’s a picture of Wink Man. The mold is quite large and heavy.
And here’s a wall sculpture I made using one of the face molds.
Your heart knows when your treasures go to the right people. My heart knew it was A-OK to give these away. It’s okay for the Crestone family to use our designs and hopefully make some money with them. The alternative would have been to break them up into chunks and cart them off to the landfill. Besides, we can both make masks without molds–each an original, such as this.