This was a series a long time in the making. The idea came to me whilst I was still in New Bern. NC over 4 years ago, I pinned the sketch on my ideas board. I moved to Tucson. AZ and once again pinned the sketch on the board. I talked to some friends about the connotations of the headdress and shelved the idea as being culturally incorrect.
My subconscious would not let it go. So finally at the beginning of last year, I felt compelled to make the piece for myself. Around the same time my life disintegrated, in the span of 6 months Covid hit, my 25 year marriage ended, my Dad died and my beloved cat died. Needless to say the pieces were forgotten on the shelf for another 6 months.
2021 rolls around and in the spirit of tying up loose ends to start the New year fresh, I decide to finish the pieces. Into the cone 5 firing they go. When I get them out they no longer rock!!!! At first, I’m upset but then I’m laughing, how appropriate. Not only are they going nowhere, now they are totally stationary.
Yes I have to be hit on the head by the preverbal 2” x 4” to see things. So the universe, my subconscious, angels, whoever made it happen. The weight of possessions, expectations and wanting security punched down the center support on the feathered one and high centered it. The heat in the kiln totally flattened out the rails on the cowboy piece. My life had needed to change for a while.
Time to take life as it comes, day by day and Trust things will work out.