tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75150667346163066552024-03-04T20:44:50.660-08:00Salamander StudioWHAT'S NEW at Salamander Studiokatie janykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10385109491873177206noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515066734616306655.post-89858823216892636722012-10-03T02:38:00.002-07:002012-10-03T02:38:45.397-07:00Kybele - Mother of All ThingsThe first view I had of the Kybele figure was in Ankara's Museum of Anatolian Civilizations. She's a very impressive figure: matronly, regal, voluptuous, seated on her throne which is flanked by lions. An 8-thousand year old ceramic embodiment of all things powerful, in feminine form. No wonder she is omnipresent in Anatolian art & culture.<br />
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Erdogan Güleç's reproduction is of the classic Kybele on display in the Ankara museum.<br />
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I think I promised a view from the rear.... undoubtedly, in my humble opinion, her best side.....<br />
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Gotta love that bum! & those arms! And from her pose on her throne, you just know that she knows she's the Queen. There' nothing tentative or unsure about her. She knows who she is, and she's great.<br />
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Of course, there are many renditions of Kybele. Several ancient ones have been unearthed in various locations throughout the Anatolian Plateau (the high central plateau that covers much of western & central Turkey) and other areas further to the south & east.<br />
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Whatever her poses, she has that ample, regal, confident air about her.<br />
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Kybele's image is not to be found in Ottoman art. She is from a time long before Islam made its mark on Asia & Europe. She does, however, find her way into images and sculptures, and even every-day pottery from regions like Cappadocia, where people proudly retain their attachment to their Hittite (& earlier) roots.<br />
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She is often stylized almost beyond recognition. But something identifies her: her voluptuous hips, her proud demeanour, her nurturing breasts, or perhaps just the proximity of the animals over whom she reigns.<br />
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So now, I'm thinking of what Kybele would look like where I live. Surely her presence can be felt. Aside from her more obvious feminine capacity of reproduction, and her ample & shapely figure, what does she look like on our North American West Coast? There are no lions, of course: so those are out. Perhaps eagles? Bears? Orcas? Or some more docile or less majestic creatures? And what about the trees?<br />
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One thing I am feeling these days is that, for all her confidence, Kybele would not be very proud of us. We have not been very careful custodians of her legacy. So for now, the Kybele figures growing in clay from my hands seem to all have their heads bowed in sadness, or turned quizzically to the side.<br />
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That's all for today.katie janykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10385109491873177206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515066734616306655.post-58874086641886435392012-09-19T03:16:00.002-07:002012-09-19T03:16:26.416-07:00Turkey, 2012: The adventure continuesSeptember 6, 2012 saw me winging my way from Vancouver towards Istanbul, where I arrived September 7th. I expected to take the comfy night train from Istanbul to Ankara before a short bus ride to my final destination of Avanos, in Turkey's beautiful Cappadocia region.<br />
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Taking me from Europe to Asia, still within Greater Istanbul, was a ferry just like the one pictured.<br />
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Dozens of these foot-passenger ferries ply these waters daily, along with several car ferries, carrying folks between various city points. Driving between these points would take at least 10 times longer on average. The ferries share the waters with 200+ passenger tour boats, ocean cruise ships, freighters, coast guard cutters, tugs, deep-sea longliner fishing/packing ships, and tiny wooden dories skippered by single fishermen. How everyone manages to miss hitting each other is a marvelous thing!<br />
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The ferry docks are primitive by BC Ferries standards. Some have been recently upgraded for more orderly boarding/disembarking. But most are like this one, with primitive gangplanks hauled into place as the boat touches the wharf.<br />
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This station, Hydarpasha, is particularly appealing to me, its exterior being decorated with the lively coloured Ottoman tiles for which the Istanbul region is famous.<br />
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Upon arriving at the train station behind the ferry dock, I was surprised to learn that my comfy berth on the night train was not possible. Apparently the train is discontinued for two years while the tracks are upgraded to accommodate faster trains. Lesson #187: Always check the details for every leg of your journey before leaving home!<br />
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After a challenging hour finding the street with the various bus-line offices (In Turkey, as in much of the older world, all vendors of a similar type are gathered either on the same street, or in very small little clusters in a particular neighbourhood), I bought my ticket & prepared for the 12-hour overnight bus journey to Avanos. Not exactly a private berth with porter service......<br />
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Arriving the next morning in Avanos, I enjoyed the brilliance of the September sunshine while visiting a few old friends and making my way very slowly to the studio of Bei Kaya (Cave Man), my potter friend Erdogan Güleç.<br />
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That day's project was the finishing of some wrought-iron stands to hold round-bottomed pots.<br />
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Nothing like sipping tea with the left hand while working with the blow-torch in the other! Not to mention the newspapers & other flammables within inches of the flame. Never mind. When the paper did catch fire once, the welder just stamped it out with his shoe & continued on working. No respirator or mask either; but at least he's working outdoors....<br />
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Reigning supreme over the atölye (studio/atellier/workshop) this year is Erdogan's sculpture of the Kebele -- the goddess of all things to do with nature & fertility & protection & family & the earth. In short, as I like to call her, "the Queen of everything"!<br />
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The original of this sculpture sits on a pedestal under a plexiglass cover in Ankara's National Museum of Anatolian Civilizations, where Turkey's history is chronicled, from pre-Neanderthal times, through the Hittite period, Assyrian, Mongolian, Greek, Roman & various other occupations, through Ottoman days, to the present. Erdogan's Kebele replica stands (sits) at just over two feet high, is made of local white clay, and is surprisingly lightweight for her size. And if you think her front is voluptuous, you should see her absolutely wonderful rear!<br />
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All for now. The adventure continues as I get down to work in the atölye.......katie janykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10385109491873177206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515066734616306655.post-24862208042749420572011-10-09T00:49:00.000-07:002011-10-09T00:54:56.057-07:00Tales from Turkey, #5Before I continue the clay-related part of my blog, I'll give a bit of a travel update. I am leaving Turkey for Canada in a couple of days, and can easily continue with the clay stories when I'm back home. Besides, I retrieved some outstanding pieces from the still-400-degree C kiln (yes, that's super hot!!!!) moments before leaving Avanos for the airport, and didn't have time to photograph them before wrapping them in an old bath-towel for their journey.<br />
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I arrived last night in Istanbul, to a sultry but breezy evening of about 23 degrees. Sultanahmet Camii (The Blue Mosque) glowed pleasantly in the darkness. I thought I was fortunate being given a room with a bath for the same price as one without, though I knew they would not do that if someone hadn't erred and overbooked the hotel...... Fortunate it seemed, until I realized my only window opens onto the hallway, and not onto the street, so I have virtually no ventilation. No matter: I have a nice fan. <br />
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Neither had I counted on the morning noise. And, since the first flights out of Istanbul leave at 6 a.m., the 'morning' starts at about 2:00! The unlocking & locking & banging of doors, thumping of heavy baggage on the marble stairs, and loud voices in English, German, and French (obviously oblivious to the echo-factor in the tiled hallways), permeated my fitful sleep. And, beginning at 7:50, the endless stomping of hiking-boot clad feet on the uncarpeted stairs up to the breakfast room two floors above. At 8:30 I finally gave in and joined the breakfast crowd.<br />
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After my pleasant late-night sit on the rooftop watching light little clouds float by the moon, imagine my stunned surprise to see buckets of rain pelting the windows, blown everywhere by the howling wind! Those light little clouds have grown into one huge one, and socked themselves in over the city so tightly that the Sea of Marmara, about half a kilometre away, is completely invisible. Grrrr!! Not a pleasant backdrop for a day of visiting the Istiklal shopping street and sipping tea with my friend Seda. The hotel has umbrellas available; but with the 30 naut 'breeze', I'm not sure how much good an umbrella will do. Now, wistfully, I remember that $2 bargain-store plastic poncho nestled in my drawer of 'travel stuff' back in Gibsons. Another Grrrr!<br />
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With the Kapali Çarsi (The Grand Bazaar, but literally translated as "Closed-in Market") being kapali (closed) on Sundays (which today is), I guess I'm off to brave the elements across the Golden Horn to visit my friend. It's not cold, so the wet is more of an issue than the chill. My biggest decision appears to be whether to take the practical approach my mother would have advised, and wear my sensible sneakers to keep my feet (sort of) dry, or give in to the rain and bathe my tootsies in the Istanbul street rains wearing my water-happy flip flops. Or maybe the decision is, "Do I hoof it? or pay for a taxi?.......katie janykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10385109491873177206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515066734616306655.post-11147706410062347562011-10-04T01:05:00.000-07:002011-10-04T01:05:19.820-07:00Tales from Turkey, #4My gosh, I've been awfully remiss in keeping my blog of late! Not a good way to keep followers interested! I promised some pottery-type photos......<br />
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Avanos has been the centre of clay production in Cappadocia for literally thousands of years. The wheat farmers to the south and east stored grain in huge pots made here. Vintners to the south used Avanos (historically known as Evranos, and various other names) vessels for their wine. Avanos güveç (Turkish stew) pots are renouned for their durability. The commercial clay and pottery production zone is in the 'sanay', or industrial area. We visited the Mumtaz clay production workshop, and next to it the industrial site of Chez Hakan, a local pottery shop that exports garden pots & decorative pieces all over the world. (apologies for the graininess of these pics, but the air was pretty dusty.)<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMq6Hfz-c6uECl91bGDgH8PobgNUGu_3-kg6UPv8aJKP7c-Lt0m6GA7nMnMhbMOAz86usJBPpzOJomm6k0bseRo1W2WjD6XriTWogsUFWzXZQH-wV6jH-ugcbkpFdTL4JRg_wiG9eqyhyphenhyphen9/s1600/P1000747.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMq6Hfz-c6uECl91bGDgH8PobgNUGu_3-kg6UPv8aJKP7c-Lt0m6GA7nMnMhbMOAz86usJBPpzOJomm6k0bseRo1W2WjD6XriTWogsUFWzXZQH-wV6jH-ugcbkpFdTL4JRg_wiG9eqyhyphenhyphen9/s320/P1000747.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Back at the pottery shop, Hakan spends evening hours trimming, burnishing, and putting pierced designs on small pieces that will then go back to the sanay to be fired. And that's after he's worked in the shop all day! The shop is open 365 days a year, all day & into the evening; and Hakan is there every day. When there are no customers, he's decorating pots. It's difficult to make a good living as a pottery shop in Avanos. But, after years of saving and hard work, the addition of their large Sanay workshop and expansion into American and European markets has made Hakan and his brother Görkan one of the more successful families carrying on this thousands-years' old tradition in the cradle of civilization.katie janykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10385109491873177206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515066734616306655.post-50830706954620248202011-09-26T05:28:00.000-07:002011-09-26T05:28:50.616-07:00Tales from Turkey #3As promised, here's an account of our second day of sightseeing. There is SO much to see and absorb here that two days is only time enough for a brief overview and a couple of highlights; so that was our plan. Seems to have worked out just fine.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjslAZZGuaZf1poZoUTq59IQ5rc8x3FIeGOMH-8c8lZAkfUqpBAJR_djr_Yj-VhI7YekpF6IJUu9Iew2BRG4UN07DLl5eUZj4nI6fEeLR7qJhopoce0eWU-CDBx3AmSrbkkuIPV66md-tVa/s1600/P1000728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjslAZZGuaZf1poZoUTq59IQ5rc8x3FIeGOMH-8c8lZAkfUqpBAJR_djr_Yj-VhI7YekpF6IJUu9Iew2BRG4UN07DLl5eUZj4nI6fEeLR7qJhopoce0eWU-CDBx3AmSrbkkuIPV66md-tVa/s320/P1000728.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>As I said, our second day of touring began with a visit to Pasabag, and the famous Peribacesi, or Fairy Chimneys. It's lucky that Cappadocia is not an earthquake zone, or these fragile-looking formations of tufa and basalt would have long since tumbled into oblivion.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizXA7gMNLypEBZAzxsRsNh_QDRdva2JOXxcSRChgPsXg30E4Q7vtQQ0KapZdGQM2qtqqvjbt1OQnveLLbxIVHVLTQHkRdkd3aJKhr_sUH4TaySCxXmmYprhZhVggfkfcOl0VqxfmJs5EIe/s1600/P1000732.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizXA7gMNLypEBZAzxsRsNh_QDRdva2JOXxcSRChgPsXg30E4Q7vtQQ0KapZdGQM2qtqqvjbt1OQnveLLbxIVHVLTQHkRdkd3aJKhr_sUH4TaySCxXmmYprhZhVggfkfcOl0VqxfmJs5EIe/s320/P1000732.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Although people once made their homes in caves in these rocks, they have remained uninhabited since the 1950's at least. The tufa is rich in silicone dust, which is extremely hazardous to breathe. Even later houses made of natural stone are whitewashed inside to limit the stone dust hazard.<br />
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Following Pasabag, our trusty driver, Ismail, took us the short drive to Göreme and its outdoor museum. The museum is a UESCO World Heritage site, comprising a huge collection of churches carved into the stone. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq8fx9mf7v-5deIWi3uIwQB2nHYwZIWOHHy8zk1qt8JrtsRV0EtBECei-w0TVhlEgCICeiVpzWoH38rRs9VGMgYVFN2c7LgIxDKRv6x0aUU8vb714DooU69d-RQj0phIKBfvFhsZfCfV2E/s1600/225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq8fx9mf7v-5deIWi3uIwQB2nHYwZIWOHHy8zk1qt8JrtsRV0EtBECei-w0TVhlEgCICeiVpzWoH38rRs9VGMgYVFN2c7LgIxDKRv6x0aUU8vb714DooU69d-RQj0phIKBfvFhsZfCfV2E/s320/225.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Although these caves are doubtless many thousands of years old, it was not until about the 10th century, when (now Saint) Gregory began the monastic tradition of Christianity, seeing this tucked-away region as the perfect area for quiet contemplation and a simplified austere lifestyle for Christian monks.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVos4_9Lpz6_vXdrGVKmLvGerprqlcd7JC_A3Pko-9Ii_8LVMwnY4WLp-GrJmEGfYGzQuPZ62UjiVEuMY57E7e8Mb6eQ0EuYfnFSdCMRfXpq1kKGT-Va_VxshzBF-XDZvOLhJnTOJ0xL6a/s1600/234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVos4_9Lpz6_vXdrGVKmLvGerprqlcd7JC_A3Pko-9Ii_8LVMwnY4WLp-GrJmEGfYGzQuPZ62UjiVEuMY57E7e8Mb6eQ0EuYfnFSdCMRfXpq1kKGT-Va_VxshzBF-XDZvOLhJnTOJ0xL6a/s320/234.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Early church decoration comprised very simple designs painted with the readily-available iron oxide onto the stone walls, ceilings, and niches.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTrUMuzpJc09FINgcxhciPEPozJDpSLgfaTqLXyfPKo16RJ1MIIXwTlVXMViJR4NE4huag9IKf59v3eGk9ivg1aI8AKq6SOAfu3Kb8MT2kgpEfgtQBt0Tz3KzSkChFo6eQC4l3LN9iiDFC/s1600/236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTrUMuzpJc09FINgcxhciPEPozJDpSLgfaTqLXyfPKo16RJ1MIIXwTlVXMViJR4NE4huag9IKf59v3eGk9ivg1aI8AKq6SOAfu3Kb8MT2kgpEfgtQBt0Tz3KzSkChFo6eQC4l3LN9iiDFC/s320/236.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Notice the Byzantine-style cross, chicken, and what appears to be an enormous cockroach......</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN0OYlB1VJW_Cm1t_E6tMII2XHUUdZEtyqSVC9ikCC6xajr9bvckEItLgDs8q7gJPbRRW8eF7U762i9c2vn66V2k0aj_AzWlWOOh6DynnC4zQF9PtdxZwatm_RW_1X0v-nyf0FAiFVCZ4O/s1600/227.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN0OYlB1VJW_Cm1t_E6tMII2XHUUdZEtyqSVC9ikCC6xajr9bvckEItLgDs8q7gJPbRRW8eF7U762i9c2vn66V2k0aj_AzWlWOOh6DynnC4zQF9PtdxZwatm_RW_1X0v-nyf0FAiFVCZ4O/s320/227.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Later adornment was much more complicated, rendered in many beautiful colours. Several of these frescoes remain in remarkably good condition, thanks to their location in windowless caverns that are rarely visited.<br />
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After Göreme, we ventured off to the underground city of Derinküyü. Above the ground, this community sits on a flat and fairly uninteresting plain of wheatfields, with only one high point to be seen for miles around. Under the ground, however, is quite a different story. Initially only one level below ground, the caves are thought to have been permanent homes to the Hittites who lived here a couple of millenia before Christ. Later, however, the "city" was dug out to at least 5, and perhaps up to 8, levels under the earth, forming a refuge where many hundreds of people could escape the armies and tax collectors of everyone from Ghengis Kahn to the Romans.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ8Q-PbTcF6SY6nq-8MQ4iQCQj7xzUH1iIgz-3ibG5jgO3YqvlnI7JGrtVTEB6vGGQ4tygj1B7cGA4URdWm48wYSqhW8a-unhGDjm3j6kZ35k4NLNc_Ab78aPzaVs4iW9G83b_T9u16Ee5/s1600/P1000736.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ8Q-PbTcF6SY6nq-8MQ4iQCQj7xzUH1iIgz-3ibG5jgO3YqvlnI7JGrtVTEB6vGGQ4tygj1B7cGA4URdWm48wYSqhW8a-unhGDjm3j6kZ35k4NLNc_Ab78aPzaVs4iW9G83b_T9u16Ee5/s320/P1000736.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">School, anyone? Students sat on these long benches, while the teacher taught from a raised platform. At the end of the room is the teacher's sleeping quarters, while the students' dorm is through a small door off to the left.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ7LFjDiORZQqq5VwGMNQqhEJhRqBPT9tD3y9B2xGNaBJSp8tcmzyv-3R-1UOHkHFO_omgAVthNEHlBBXlbDSUZ8la1Pcnz1Yoi0rH9PV8CGnZFxeCGbIZziWNesoXD9FMqvjtn2Nvbtxe/s1600/197.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ7LFjDiORZQqq5VwGMNQqhEJhRqBPT9tD3y9B2xGNaBJSp8tcmzyv-3R-1UOHkHFO_omgAVthNEHlBBXlbDSUZ8la1Pcnz1Yoi0rH9PV8CGnZFxeCGbIZziWNesoXD9FMqvjtn2Nvbtxe/s320/197.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This photo, actually from the neighbouring city of Kaymakli, illustrates some of the vessels used for storage of grain, water, wine, and preserved food.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTn14osMYKkjZSXx4-0DLC4AkZ1WtDzxem_uTjEbQ3wfHRJuW8o1JPRznjMVRShS35-ZsTJBRvBgUdax4cWnzQsDV73SNHUsKk8vskWplB8ZgXHgEMc5U9NG_G29vEvwObenHEgATYvbqJ/s1600/249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTn14osMYKkjZSXx4-0DLC4AkZ1WtDzxem_uTjEbQ3wfHRJuW8o1JPRznjMVRShS35-ZsTJBRvBgUdax4cWnzQsDV73SNHUsKk8vskWplB8ZgXHgEMc5U9NG_G29vEvwObenHEgATYvbqJ/s320/249.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Not wanting company? Just roll this huge stone door across the passageway, lock it into place, and, voila! The peep hole in the centre does double duty as a spear hole, should the visitors prove especially undesirable. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">These cities could house hundreds of people for up to a month; although two or three days was the average stay. Lookouts were posted atop the only hill in the area to warn of approaching intruders, allowing plenty of time for the town's inhabitants to take refuge in the underground warrens. Air and supplies entered by way of well-disguised and circuitous 'wells'. Smoke exited similarly, making the location of the populace difficult to pinpoint. And of course the entrances were well camouflaged. And these folks could well have been some of the first users of composting toilets! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In all likelihood, it was more trouble that it was worth for marauders and passing armies to extract taxes and 'assistance' from these hardy, well-hidden folks.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our second day of touring ended with a brief visit to Avanos' commercial pottery production zone. But, I'll leave that for tomorrow's post.........</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div>katie janykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10385109491873177206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515066734616306655.post-6259113365739791332011-09-25T05:48:00.000-07:002011-09-25T05:53:14.315-07:00Tales from Turkey, #2I've spent the last couple of days playing tour-guide for 4 Canadian friends. Two are from Vancouver, and two are from Gibsons. They are thoroughly enjoying their visit to this amazing country; and I must admit that trips are more special when one makes connections with 'real' residents of a place.<br />
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Our next day of touring took us a bit farther afield, to get up close and personal with the legendary Fairy Chimneys, 10th century Christian churches carved into caves, and one of the several underground cities in the region. Stay tuned for more photos tomorrow.......katie janykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10385109491873177206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515066734616306655.post-55647016262916459502011-09-24T03:29:00.000-07:002011-09-24T03:32:17.982-07:00Tales from Turkey 2011, #1Time to stop procrastinating and get down to the serious work of daily writing.....<br />
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I arrived safe and sound in Istanbul on September 13 and zoomed down here to beautiful Avanos in the heart of Cappadocia, where I began my annual clay sabbatical on the 15th. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQk28Lrd7gkZzflU0G7fSfQprV4rXp9o_0Xtj9_Vuw_jR3e4vLLgEhUzwn4yva0LgfH7tP3JXBNoK0Qs7fbAhKC5q9J1Lr85qcsnVqNw9SJe86dMqiHV1UsBHRCtwzCc0Vlc9PJgmSeMIU/s1600/P1000699.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQk28Lrd7gkZzflU0G7fSfQprV4rXp9o_0Xtj9_Vuw_jR3e4vLLgEhUzwn4yva0LgfH7tP3JXBNoK0Qs7fbAhKC5q9J1Lr85qcsnVqNw9SJe86dMqiHV1UsBHRCtwzCc0Vlc9PJgmSeMIU/s320/P1000699.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>The designs are intentionally very simple, using the very gritty red clay, white slip, and some thickly applied copper oxide (which will remain black on firing). Carving and sgraffito in this clay is rough at best, because the clay is so coarse; so keeping the designs simple is necessary. This is the same clay used for the güveç pots that must withstand high and very uneven temperatures when cooking the traditional Turkish meat and veggie stew over open fires. The coarse grog (bits of previously fired clay, rather like sand or gravel) 'opens' up the clay body to allow expansion & shrinkage with heat without cracking. These are extremely durable pots, and the clay would make for tough tiles. However, I'm not sure I'd want that coarse a texture on my kitchen walls. I might...... but haven't decided yet.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHjGOh651MqjhnKC2RfoBq6KXNAfzfia4jpnaWMMhGVBxAL9NGsBaGMYaMryaQa-tnmGgwI9OP2YMm8XxZAHc6zvQXuJr6ievE6rVQLLDoxYaL_pWfN0eCkc4jTKvY2OAXk7oDqVcFkg_i/s1600/P1000707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHjGOh651MqjhnKC2RfoBq6KXNAfzfia4jpnaWMMhGVBxAL9NGsBaGMYaMryaQa-tnmGgwI9OP2YMm8XxZAHc6zvQXuJr6ievE6rVQLLDoxYaL_pWfN0eCkc4jTKvY2OAXk7oDqVcFkg_i/s320/P1000707.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>At the risk of offending my Turkish friends, some of whom have very beautiful homes, I can't help but alter the perspective when sketching these great houses. There's barely a square corner or a straight line to be found -- surely a renovator's nightmare! But every brick, every stone block, every roof tile simply oozes with character and wonderful textures, making these houses a wonderful subject for clay work of any sort.<br />
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In the early summer my attention invariably wanders to my full garden, with its shady green niches and overflowing flowerbeds. Since there is too much growth to see any weeds (thank heaven!), I spend a lot of time looking at things, and tweaking -- moving this little thing here, trying that little thing there, and wondering what I can do to make things more interesting for me, for the birds, and for passersby.<br />
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I used my studio time to create accessories for other people's gardens.<br />
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Birds may not need baths during the winter, but they do appreciate being fed. My stoneware feeders have nice wide trays, eaves to keep the rain off the food in the tray, and they are easy to fill and clean out, as the roof-lids slide up easily to completely open the top of the feeders.<br />
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Of course, every garden should have some critters in it. I chose terracotta clay for these because I like the colour, especially for amphibians. In a protected location like a porch or covered deck, terracotta winters outside beautifully in our wet coast climate. It even does well in the rain. But the combination of being soaked and freezing will cause damage.<br />
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I'm usually blessed with a large population of Pacific Tree Frogs -- but not this year. I missed their overwhelming choruses in the early spring, and miss seeing them sunning themselves on the phlox leaves by my deck in the later summer mornings. But, no mind. I conjured up some frogs of my own. <br />
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They are a far cry from the 1.5 inch tree frogs, being anywhere from 4 inches to 6 or more inches long. But, they seem to be popular with visitors to the Woods Showcase shop.<br />
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A nod to my Arizona trip, and to warmer climes in general (the Gibsons weather being so horrid for the month of July), I thought some lizard-ish types might be useful. And who knew? Maybe they'd call up some sun!<br />
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Finally, since every garden has its faeries (or so I'm told), I created a couple of those as well.<br />
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And so ends Salamander Studio's summer session of work. Stay tuned for tales from Turkey, where I am once again privileged to stay and work in the studio of my good friend, ceramic artist Erdogan Güleç until mid October.katie janykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10385109491873177206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515066734616306655.post-58833233617409295492011-08-24T13:00:00.000-07:002011-08-24T13:00:23.497-07:00Where the heck have I been??I suspect it's rather a common theme among bloggers that they write like crazy when they are on adventures, and then go quiet once they get back home & into their routines. Since I'm about to embark upon my annual Turkish sojourn, I thought I'd better get back into the swing of things, blog-wise.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZauFsz2Maebkwu1c4y9SH9Wsc_CfPwxJBARReuB3SzVhaaPyNH-m6O8ffBBa3OSOKQBQfiov0zlyG1qk0oiIjhzDHh_0cHR2hJ8TZWdXEZzn8q2xRg-kRY5dbKzjuyNBlPmqD27xYC5l4/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZauFsz2Maebkwu1c4y9SH9Wsc_CfPwxJBARReuB3SzVhaaPyNH-m6O8ffBBa3OSOKQBQfiov0zlyG1qk0oiIjhzDHh_0cHR2hJ8TZWdXEZzn8q2xRg-kRY5dbKzjuyNBlPmqD27xYC5l4/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>May was a time to finally get warm after the abominable winter we had here on Canada's West Coast. Seems like the whole planet has screwy weather this year. Arizona seemed like a good place to dry out, so I headed off with husband André to northern Arizona. After flying to Las Vegas, we headed out along Route 66.......<br />
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And then of course to Grand Canyon....<br />
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We decided against covering huge distances in favour of soaking in a couple of special locales; so, much of our Arizona time was spent in the Sedona and Red Rocks area. The rock formations are so red and dramatic. It was a challenge for me to watch where my feet were going while my eyes kept drifting upwards to the rock faces all around!<br />
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</div>My passion for prehistoric art and all things ancient demanded that we visit a couple of rock-art sites in the Sedona Valley. Indigenous people who inhabited Arizona's Verde Valley for hundreds of years before Europeans arrived (since about 11,500 BC) produced both pictographs (painting on the rock) and petroglyphs (etching into the rock) which are wonderfully preserved at several sites.<br />
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I took innumerable photos of these amazing designs, in different light situations, at slightly different times, from a zillion different angles. I now have a great collection of inspirational snippets for tile and panel design.<br />
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And of course I had to photograph wildflowers and animals wherever I found them (my family says I'm famous for this.......). <br />
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katie janykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10385109491873177206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515066734616306655.post-74759449515891921742011-03-09T15:11:00.000-08:002011-03-09T15:11:10.819-08:00After Cheering the Goddess.....The show is done, and I realize that I've never published all the photos!<br />
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Phoenix Rising is a classic representation of femaleness, and embodies all the strength & power with which we endow the Goddess figure. This beautiful bird is fearless in protecting her young from all danger. Her eyes are full of fire. When danger is too great, or as her life is threatened or nears its end, she sets her nest alight, and is consumed with it in the fiery blaze. And then, from the ashes of her former life, she rises again in all her glory.<br />
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One of the hallmarks of the Goddess through history is Wisdom. Wisdom, as we know, isn't inherent, or instant, or instinctive. It's garnered bit by bit through life (hopefully), and is traditionally viewed as the realm of the aged. Historically, women have been viewed as the keepers of tribal & cultural wisdom. <br />
The Crone is old and wrinkled. She sits serenely beneath a tree by the water, ready to impart her bits of wisdom to any who come to her.<br />
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And here is the Crone, in a more modern iteration. Titled "Blue Ribbon Hat", this piece is good-humoured in its depiction of aging. Undoubtedly old, the woman sits tall and proud in her peaceful garden. She is slightly defiant....... "I may be old, but I have a new hat!"<br />
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The Iconic Patchwork is a collection of Goddess images from different cultures. I based the tiles on actual images found in archeological sites in Europe, Asia, and the Americas, and gave them my own twist.<br />
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I find early drawings & reliefs exceedingly beautiful. The art we call 'primitive' is to me very sophisticated in its ability to capture the essence of a form with a minimum of fuss. My ultimate goal in my work is to convey a feeling, a mood, an idea, through a shape or image that is purified down to its <i>essence</i>.<br />
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And one last piece for today -- a fun pair of Hittite-based figurative tiles........<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjstCfR0ExpGVRULkaNnVQvp14jhenOum2A8qxd2wIY10bL0T_txo-b5XZuJkjY9MMI43AkZ1nFUjy6K74YlEs0O5Om2scMt5clBQij-Hpzs_eOct7Yl4HOb-Bx0ttOYpllGjfwblUDU4U1/s1600/Hittite+Pair.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjstCfR0ExpGVRULkaNnVQvp14jhenOum2A8qxd2wIY10bL0T_txo-b5XZuJkjY9MMI43AkZ1nFUjy6K74YlEs0O5Om2scMt5clBQij-Hpzs_eOct7Yl4HOb-Bx0ttOYpllGjfwblUDU4U1/s320/Hittite+Pair.JPG" width="128" /></a></div>And that's it for now.katie janykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10385109491873177206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515066734616306655.post-26421736668724148832011-02-02T13:26:00.001-08:002011-02-02T14:10:01.891-08:00Cheering the Goddess, #3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXwFHWevadN8PEPsrOjd1PFTSxC8tAhb0GDI7NA9AJzugfZTY0Cfjuo6wMdE0hAa0J_zxsPHTJ-6KmU-0Lej5iimPzi88L_8hxNFOdrgHScRuATfRATKwE9-3tbOvBmsHdCDbrRp9sbQ7k/s1600/Reception+7.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXwFHWevadN8PEPsrOjd1PFTSxC8tAhb0GDI7NA9AJzugfZTY0Cfjuo6wMdE0hAa0J_zxsPHTJ-6KmU-0Lej5iimPzi88L_8hxNFOdrgHScRuATfRATKwE9-3tbOvBmsHdCDbrRp9sbQ7k/s320/Reception+7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569209413413873218" /></a>People were in a festive mood at the Opening.....<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbJp0tf1VKZSWAonMtYsJyLC5y9EJWQS7O3QRT0gpfF5XDFsV4B7gCwkihqTM5pIoW8oohygT0Etonr1ZrJGNuLckPM-eE3Wz5r2nrBDMarxvyBk9OZMulf9Ez3xigDpuFCnhVLTchHxfq/s1600/Sundance3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbJp0tf1VKZSWAonMtYsJyLC5y9EJWQS7O3QRT0gpfF5XDFsV4B7gCwkihqTM5pIoW8oohygT0Etonr1ZrJGNuLckPM-eE3Wz5r2nrBDMarxvyBk9OZMulf9Ez3xigDpuFCnhVLTchHxfq/s320/Sundance3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569209408612371186" /></a>Sundance. One of the Goddess' iterations in various cultures has been through sun images. The sun is the source of life energy, and re-emerges in full force each spring & summer, signalling the season of new life, regeneration, and bounty. What better way to exude joy & energy than through dancing? Even the hair is dancing & radiating energy.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sundance's floral images are created with very old wooden fabric stamps, originally from Pakistan & Uzbekistan, and purchased from 'junk' sellers in an out-of-the-way alley in Istanbul's Grand Bazaar.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOtLuornMlEkYrqLfSXx6ka-r7AwAYA_7S6uFNXbfNtYgnIg-PWcI0O5Ju0zmqVsoaVqp1C9-Mxj6O5ONmI8-bBUvTimtSatrC0vNMWZdoiTKVbxCVE_NjIM3nRq0yLoK8uN14Dpvkm-Q7/s1600/Lifestream.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOtLuornMlEkYrqLfSXx6ka-r7AwAYA_7S6uFNXbfNtYgnIg-PWcI0O5Ju0zmqVsoaVqp1C9-Mxj6O5ONmI8-bBUvTimtSatrC0vNMWZdoiTKVbxCVE_NjIM3nRq0yLoK8uN14Dpvkm-Q7/s320/Lifestream.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569209407523249218" /></a>Lifestream references the goddess through its principal water/stream image, and also in whorls & concentric circles in the background. Sincere apologies to Georgia O'Keefe!!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkE2ltGsC9fT7cCQyQRl10Uy652nPbtQIcVHx-W0cyX9yIkmR-M_WonuQNR55qhYgPxeD1l415ABoxEeyOAkr9zqQfKz77Z-z0-kmF3PNtISSk1_hLLQndfsRDcE3bwRbkahd4JBF1RldC/s1600/Bird+Goddess.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkE2ltGsC9fT7cCQyQRl10Uy652nPbtQIcVHx-W0cyX9yIkmR-M_WonuQNR55qhYgPxeD1l415ABoxEeyOAkr9zqQfKz77Z-z0-kmF3PNtISSk1_hLLQndfsRDcE3bwRbkahd4JBF1RldC/s320/Bird+Goddess.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569209403595724194" /></a>Bird Goddess. The goddess is often represented by a bird figure, especially the Ibis, or Stork. The Ibis is a wading bird, which evokes the water connection again. & of course we all know what the Stork/Ibis brings with it...... </div><div><br /></div><div>This piece captures that transitional/dual state between human and bird that is prevalent among god/goddess representations throughout history.</div><div> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSLo_HHJiqQV1ZKPVS5yUhRRyRFkwLmNF7CO2_qPRKhLCqQ9yjEjB3fnfvE1FLrburbUomldl7sznjRPLOnNfcvfJOjtt1Cgp5Qf6HIEhtY3sCbbRZk-szU8L-CQUUL3dCCffM_9e24iXy/s1600/The+gift2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSLo_HHJiqQV1ZKPVS5yUhRRyRFkwLmNF7CO2_qPRKhLCqQ9yjEjB3fnfvE1FLrburbUomldl7sznjRPLOnNfcvfJOjtt1Cgp5Qf6HIEhtY3sCbbRZk-szU8L-CQUUL3dCCffM_9e24iXy/s320/The+gift2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569209396561628466" /></a>The Gift is rather like a sketch -- a little rough, and somewhat without detail. It captures the essence/feeling of the greatest gift, from its creation to its presentation to the world. The mother is able to communicate with her unborn child in a way no one else can.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm so pleased that this piece has found a home with the family of a beautiful new baby. He is their gift, and this work really spoke to them.</div><div><br /></div><div>All for today.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>katie janykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10385109491873177206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515066734616306655.post-15883171114036554382011-02-01T12:07:00.001-08:002011-02-01T12:57:24.140-08:00Opening Reception, Jan 29<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkbpXEaRlAnTBRQLtJljgEoPXO3tVe-sruyBmHkKPqX9nFPhkbumxGCkh66WWj28uAbijWIGPM-C0sn1DBhqIBVq0HjG9b5EA29mAHJsakTgCkzfv7AlSfiY7xm4tOm_dOLkjjCHV_md0u/s1600/Reception+1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkbpXEaRlAnTBRQLtJljgEoPXO3tVe-sruyBmHkKPqX9nFPhkbumxGCkh66WWj28uAbijWIGPM-C0sn1DBhqIBVq0HjG9b5EA29mAHJsakTgCkzfv7AlSfiY7xm4tOm_dOLkjjCHV_md0u/s320/Reception+1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568816909633554306" /></a>In a quiet moment, before the guests arrive, Michelle checks out Earth Mothers.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWXjJy4oP_8ce3FnnfDvN82FWeTtkJ8MCpqA-LLnmUXc14_ZBJa3KDGjAsDzgM_kwqK9At6XOC_0YxxfA5523TVtTi1gBO0W96GprAh3TwCzx9SfwLykAavBN4wcFWA745ztIrMj3QX4xX/s1600/Reception+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWXjJy4oP_8ce3FnnfDvN82FWeTtkJ8MCpqA-LLnmUXc14_ZBJa3KDGjAsDzgM_kwqK9At6XOC_0YxxfA5523TVtTi1gBO0W96GprAh3TwCzx9SfwLykAavBN4wcFWA745ztIrMj3QX4xX/s320/Reception+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568816904963981490" /></a>Iconic Patchwork is an interesting piece, in my usually quirky style, comprising tiles depicting various images of The Goddess figure from several different prehistoric and tribal cultures. The terracotta tiles are loosely connected with steel wire; and the 'quilt' hangs on a steel rod.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQFRbDKnHEQwbgE9IM2zM2CfhUHgJ4K_Xe2vJRli7hL1yODw38IePPDGc8BNYghZOBuLqXpzwMlK-VSnA-WDJ6pwVQl-FShY_qMvJhrGijxtrpqAtzEB1YH7ccSFfyZ0iEmiRWun0tmgdp/s1600/Reception+6.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQFRbDKnHEQwbgE9IM2zM2CfhUHgJ4K_Xe2vJRli7hL1yODw38IePPDGc8BNYghZOBuLqXpzwMlK-VSnA-WDJ6pwVQl-FShY_qMvJhrGijxtrpqAtzEB1YH7ccSFfyZ0iEmiRWun0tmgdp/s320/Reception+6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568816900347252258" /></a>Gibsons Councillor, LeeAnn Johnson, graciously loaned me several books on Goddess history & iconography which taught me lots and inspired some of this work.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxgS8B4tCR2bM6qwrIAwvsUVLq3bNChQWBgbQ2bKrJF1uuyuX_rTvbw-covpHR1Uw6ENck1EZJ0csUP4jRFZhSwoW0Lm8B1QSSWY63p6OaMbXqg9pv_525uBgbCHRJcY6iGCstvCcuieun/s1600/Reception+5.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxgS8B4tCR2bM6qwrIAwvsUVLq3bNChQWBgbQ2bKrJF1uuyuX_rTvbw-covpHR1Uw6ENck1EZJ0csUP4jRFZhSwoW0Lm8B1QSSWY63p6OaMbXqg9pv_525uBgbCHRJcY6iGCstvCcuieun/s320/Reception+5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568816897395017474" /></a>The images behind these guests (Timeless, and Blue Ribbon Hat) also appeared in my "Marking Time" exhibition at the Sunshine Coast Arts Centre in 2010. They were the jumping-off point for my work on the Goddess theme.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCKHFcplZrJET8Fh-X0bzqJyB26Grw3unLJj1LqfbmcuKL2bNU-pbwSskS-VC0tzZA_pt22O3dAsIq2aKjF7nV4syzg8YKALU2nw22vA6xD9MvM84AJRwkxf3xOQwpIE9sjj3m7MlOR1z9/s1600/Reception+8.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCKHFcplZrJET8Fh-X0bzqJyB26Grw3unLJj1LqfbmcuKL2bNU-pbwSskS-VC0tzZA_pt22O3dAsIq2aKjF7nV4syzg8YKALU2nw22vA6xD9MvM84AJRwkxf3xOQwpIE9sjj3m7MlOR1z9/s320/Reception+8.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568816890054144722" /></a>Gallery volunteer, Michelle, was eager to have a photo of us together. As I look at the photo now, it seems appropriate that we 'mature' ladies were standing beside the elder lady in her new hat.</div><div><br /></div><div>The Opening was a great success for me. I saw lots of old friends, and met many folks for the first time. I sold 2 pieces at the reception, with the promise of more sales to come. More pics to come a little later.</div>katie janykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10385109491873177206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515066734616306655.post-17555202095936810082011-01-29T10:36:00.000-08:002011-01-29T11:09:40.744-08:00Cheering the Goddess, first pics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUmUuIHC56KdGtTNOYfhrexSE4vzOFaDEW0j0l_LFaFTC3dN4UZIfqKvzTZXw3OJ0XMQToCEB086ydFxJZorVFXPr5gSuDrcSNhFoJznTcZVJztIZM4SmoGWhosV97dlORSKKnQWqsmepX/s1600/Earth+Mothers.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 106px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUmUuIHC56KdGtTNOYfhrexSE4vzOFaDEW0j0l_LFaFTC3dN4UZIfqKvzTZXw3OJ0XMQToCEB086ydFxJZorVFXPr5gSuDrcSNhFoJznTcZVJztIZM4SmoGWhosV97dlORSKKnQWqsmepX/s320/Earth+Mothers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567682651631410946" /></a>Here are the first few pictures from the "Cheering the Goddess" show.<div>Most of the pieces are terracotta earthenware clay: I quite enjoyed the possibilities of this material since working for my show in Istanbul. </div><div>Above is "Earth Mothers" - a typical Turkish landscape with life in the river, and goddesses hovering in the hills: Goddess as protector of earth & life, creator of bountiful harvests, provider of waters.</div><div><br /></div><div>When I think 'female', I think of flowing lines and sensuous curves.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitOlMf6GdZzwYOVQnY_jHEmiKYPc3WM_L0AWxbOtvxCorW1m1jC-vchzdi4ir6wDwDTn0ro9Gpw1Qa7WgjOZUjpjpG4D_NUL6PlLW7sOisIBUS0XCFzhT1mqhnxxhICT-UXxXplfePe38Q/s1600/Ova.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitOlMf6GdZzwYOVQnY_jHEmiKYPc3WM_L0AWxbOtvxCorW1m1jC-vchzdi4ir6wDwDTn0ro9Gpw1Qa7WgjOZUjpjpG4D_NUL6PlLW7sOisIBUS0XCFzhT1mqhnxxhICT-UXxXplfePe38Q/s320/Ova.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567682646788658946" /></a>"Ova" is, of course, all about fertility - the most obvious way in which woman is Goddess.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzOcE12ncPMSEJrGMZCdZpl6I8qvzdItN62kuDM2JQlZq7QKMAvN7Ny3k5itcPcqoPcP_brK8ydOG281TvWXmJkq6f9AQtmBEUXakHTQJAa6B7-8ernhc2TCiUKJepaN9tzDslmIJKfBYG/s1600/Seeds.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzOcE12ncPMSEJrGMZCdZpl6I8qvzdItN62kuDM2JQlZq7QKMAvN7Ny3k5itcPcqoPcP_brK8ydOG281TvWXmJkq6f9AQtmBEUXakHTQJAa6B7-8ernhc2TCiUKJepaN9tzDslmIJKfBYG/s320/Seeds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567682634432815362" /></a>"Seeds" of turquoise give this piece a pop of colour, which I like. Another nod to fertility.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgYrXisUybo26Zopt9icxFPU1MVG0MUArmN6FM6SzWkWFKwMVm0Y6LbdDHT-qYzMncUjFZuO4C8hkIfKsq_8qfzL0NNZYubYFU8X-uqXo_yvt-RAeDZOJXagVpWmg_mtz0bpTymTHh0RLA/s1600/Mother%252C+protect+Us.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgYrXisUybo26Zopt9icxFPU1MVG0MUArmN6FM6SzWkWFKwMVm0Y6LbdDHT-qYzMncUjFZuO4C8hkIfKsq_8qfzL0NNZYubYFU8X-uqXo_yvt-RAeDZOJXagVpWmg_mtz0bpTymTHh0RLA/s320/Mother%252C+protect+Us.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567682630059620162" /></a>"Mother, Protect Us". Somehow the mother has a nurturing and loving look about her, even though she has no facial features: the essence of motherhood as I see it. </div><div>As I look at it now, I also see eggs & sperm, which I hadn't seen until the piece was hanging on the wall. So I guess it's about fertility also. But it was intended to represent the mother protecting her children, while realizing that the nature of children and the protection we can give is fluid and changing as they slip in and out of our grasp.</div><div><br /></div><div>More tomorrow. Heading out soon to the Opening. Yay!</div>katie janykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10385109491873177206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515066734616306655.post-56356399752443720092011-01-28T08:58:00.000-08:002011-01-28T09:23:07.254-08:00Back to Reality<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pZ0KxXRTxn6I2rLUXpYJhZ8JG-DhhKIWP3B4iXl69gPZtKuZSVLy9_DwhBJGtyq16vdTpBK0z8IkoF1Bsruu4C17cMLi3gwc4hhRk-KsQMQ47SrYqy71fa0FHbdl4HIi9olUDQ-0LDFc/s1600/Timeless.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pZ0KxXRTxn6I2rLUXpYJhZ8JG-DhhKIWP3B4iXl69gPZtKuZSVLy9_DwhBJGtyq16vdTpBK0z8IkoF1Bsruu4C17cMLi3gwc4hhRk-KsQMQ47SrYqy71fa0FHbdl4HIi9olUDQ-0LDFc/s320/Timeless.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567288270720480322" /></a><br />Well, it's surely been a very long time since my last entry!! Between October and now, I've sent the unsold pieces from my Istanbul exhibition back to Avanos, bid a sad farewell to my friends in Avanos for another few months, returned to my Gibsons BC studio, bumbled through Christmas, and spent a mad few weeks creating the work for my exhibition at the Gibsons Public Art Gallery! Whew! What a ride!<div><br /></div><div>Entitled "Cheering the Goddess", the present exhibition follows the female/goddess figure from paleolithic times through to the present (or, at least, it's my interpretation of her.....). I've built a ceramic patchwork quilt with tiles that have historical goddess images, abstractions of female characteristics, and even a couple of milagros from Oaxaca. Other than some of these tiles, there are no historically 'correct' images. The rest of the show comprises panels (& 3 bowls) depicting my own interpretation of what it means to be female, and my representation of some of the qualities that caused various cultures through history to elevate women to 'goddess' stature. </div><div><br /></div><div>The goddess is the embodiment of abundance, fertility, nurturing, wisdom, continuity, regeneration, and life-giving waters. The panels incorporate myriad symbols that have been used for millenia to represent the female and those characteristics which make her so essential and revered.</div><div><br /></div><div>A full complement of pics will be up tomorrow........</div><div><br /></div><div>All for today. & welcome back!</div>katie janykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10385109491873177206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515066734616306655.post-40555689676633350112010-10-18T00:44:00.000-07:002010-10-18T06:53:23.708-07:00Kapadokyan Tourist.....This 9-minute video gives a very good overview of Cappadocia (Kapadokya), where I have been workig the last couple of months. It's in Turkish, with English subtitles. The translation is a bit odd, but quite typically Turkish. Hope you enjoy it!<br /><br />http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=156338561066976<br /><br />I tried to load the video directly onto my blog, but have finally given up, after several hours of monkeying around.......<br /><br />All for todaykatie janykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10385109491873177206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515066734616306655.post-66948127831157676602010-10-16T02:29:00.000-07:002010-10-16T03:56:48.227-07:00Vacation with André<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQoOvA2gOQudRcx3aoDI6okCtaqfyxnrKDw-VMZ1TLy4EH40kYsifO4tVwJo4FcYl3yJdDIN-73OaAyZ0HeIvBY4aV4AcU_2sd2elI9uAsUC9u0jTsqEiT0xpWj08X_K-tSR8SRpCTr450/s1600/Oct11+068.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQoOvA2gOQudRcx3aoDI6okCtaqfyxnrKDw-VMZ1TLy4EH40kYsifO4tVwJo4FcYl3yJdDIN-73OaAyZ0HeIvBY4aV4AcU_2sd2elI9uAsUC9u0jTsqEiT0xpWj08X_K-tSR8SRpCTr450/s320/Oct11+068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528582921086033794" border="0" /></a>After a 5 hour bus ride from Avanos to Mersin, and another 1.5 hours on the local bus, we arrived at Mesut Pansiyon, at Akkum Plaj. A lovely little spot at a tiny little sandy beach, just around the corner from the large tourist beach. At this time of year, though, all the beaches are pretty empty. The northern sun-seeking tourists have not yet arrived, and the Turkish tourists have all gone back to work after their summer holidays.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5IIRWrdkAWDw5Q4EZfsCVv-U-RHlFPueZleNfaHhL4gmLKVXdB5S5AJIu1qrien3GmnQyinYBQWJQzWI1xyV9BEZJR51qNW8a5UchV8TAKe2pF3Cl9WdQ7cpc-te4Auis5iEjgM8wm7vN/s1600/Oct11+076.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5IIRWrdkAWDw5Q4EZfsCVv-U-RHlFPueZleNfaHhL4gmLKVXdB5S5AJIu1qrien3GmnQyinYBQWJQzWI1xyV9BEZJR51qNW8a5UchV8TAKe2pF3Cl9WdQ7cpc-te4Auis5iEjgM8wm7vN/s320/Oct11+076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528582918942322706" border="0" /></a>We FINALLY got warm! Our long hot day of walking the coast was nicely capped off by a tea at one of the many beach-side bars in the town.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlA_MQMjvP7UdbGns9nvt6wFtmXwGoaMpy5rvWPmnicP6XWoDSgObdKJZme8yooKTEK7aT23CjvZJNG3mJHuwbDvZUbjKtvBvtPbvLGitKUx4JbetBtbZ3595JFig1gHdk7bdIUWpAtY3p/s1600/Oct11+075.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlA_MQMjvP7UdbGns9nvt6wFtmXwGoaMpy5rvWPmnicP6XWoDSgObdKJZme8yooKTEK7aT23CjvZJNG3mJHuwbDvZUbjKtvBvtPbvLGitKUx4JbetBtbZ3595JFig1gHdk7bdIUWpAtY3p/s320/Oct11+075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528582916174172402" border="0" /></a>The little town of Akkum boasts 3 castle-style fortresses, two of which are built right out on the water in the bay.<br /><br />After our single day in the heat, the thunderstorms moved in, as they did all over Turkey. So we headed inland next morning to the hotsprings restort town of Kozakli. The town is tiny. Farming is definitely the major occupation in this flat, dryish region. Lots of wheat fields to supply the many flour mills down on the coast.<br /><br />There are at least a dozen 3, 4, & 5 star hotels outside the town servicing the many visitors to the mineral hotsprings (which also supply heat for vegetable greenhouses nearby). Most of our hotel guests were Turkish, and, to my surprise, most women were in conservative Muslim dress. This made sense, however, when I learned that the owner of our particular hotel is a conservative Muslim man who lives in Mecca. So conservative folks seeking a place they'll feel comfortable are inclined to choose this hotel. I did feel a little out of place in my (even by western standards) unusual attire. I felt a little like the mealtime entertainment.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSDhfcTsjfy_viFXjkA9gA7p_1hQWdEh3Ao3j-M3URpt2RP6ZKSA8OnmO03IZ6rh9IaYMjYPNPNNkDnTIKaSjYOXvkIE-8-uNI2hnCL651JwgbDkXl1_eEJvdUOD_uYqVUBq-5L21YMY8R/s1600/Oct11+080.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSDhfcTsjfy_viFXjkA9gA7p_1hQWdEh3Ao3j-M3URpt2RP6ZKSA8OnmO03IZ6rh9IaYMjYPNPNNkDnTIKaSjYOXvkIE-8-uNI2hnCL651JwgbDkXl1_eEJvdUOD_uYqVUBq-5L21YMY8R/s320/Oct11+080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528582911051685218" border="0" /></a>Luxuriously appointed, we actually found the service in our 5 star hotel to be only average. Although breakfast, dinner, and pool use are covered in the overnight fee, we were disappointed to discover extra charges for things like the tea and water that usually accompany any Turkish meal. The rooms were very luxe, but our jaccuzi tub, though very fancy, didn't even have one of those little bars of soap with it! Over the years, though, I've discovered that the Turkish view of 'service' is not the same as the North American view.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEaysby2hw_7Ix6WSW8noT7M6AZia5IkyRmEKddZJnmuCB7z1z9gJxqUhN4J-LzHDiviPMPp_7nrIXd-TJa4QC3PiXR6I7wRCogmgXy75NHhcaweD9TEhoxoJTMF4_Hi03xsRVU9ktxWJf/s1600/oct11+001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEaysby2hw_7Ix6WSW8noT7M6AZia5IkyRmEKddZJnmuCB7z1z9gJxqUhN4J-LzHDiviPMPp_7nrIXd-TJa4QC3PiXR6I7wRCogmgXy75NHhcaweD9TEhoxoJTMF4_Hi03xsRVU9ktxWJf/s320/oct11+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528582907541895250" border="0" /></a>And speaking of views, although the lands around Kozakli are very flat, and (to one from the Coast of BC) pretty uninspiring, the sunset view from our 5th floor room was superb.<br /><br />Three days of lounging, swimming, eating, and soaking our aches away in the mineral springs proved to be just what we needed. And we returned the 80 kilometres to Avanos in a tiny local bus.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFB7Nfhs7acVJf-zn_6oUZIp7Eqt0e5Z9Nk1CLAXuGytSArjeCmsJL0eutOdSCcL78hqqBA7_RsMIT3ZVOzrgBK0_rBOD2uT1-2SundWeha6l2hOZZeb8E6g001t_OCnnICl_AD-Om5tEY/s1600/ballon+015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFB7Nfhs7acVJf-zn_6oUZIp7Eqt0e5Z9Nk1CLAXuGytSArjeCmsJL0eutOdSCcL78hqqBA7_RsMIT3ZVOzrgBK0_rBOD2uT1-2SundWeha6l2hOZZeb8E6g001t_OCnnICl_AD-Om5tEY/s320/ballon+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528579792782780242" border="0" /></a>The day after we returned to Cappadocia was André's 54th birthday. So, of course, we had to celebrate. What better start to the day than a hotair balloon ride at dawn over the stunning Cappadocian countryside?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-PbklyTDoKQHiLM6NvcjhmfG1NN3AQrClJctTPhpiz4BRXxtvFy-WCIIvAU6bNQ3wA-688HKB1zxg750mO_96Yw48GrVHGFDxZDuG3weRTSLeulwtshhTVoxBYWTfVoj85PAjx1FPZdPK/s1600/ballon+018.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-PbklyTDoKQHiLM6NvcjhmfG1NN3AQrClJctTPhpiz4BRXxtvFy-WCIIvAU6bNQ3wA-688HKB1zxg750mO_96Yw48GrVHGFDxZDuG3weRTSLeulwtshhTVoxBYWTfVoj85PAjx1FPZdPK/s320/ballon+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528579787051750370" border="0" /></a>Sunrise was less than impressive, and it rained a little. But that did nothing to dampen either our spirits or the breathtaking experience. The soft, quiet wash of the breeze is broken only by the periodic whoosh of the hot gas flame. Our 2 hour flight was controlled by our expert pilot as we soared close to the treetops and dipped deep into the colourful valleys of this amazing landscape.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy3nW3lN_-YiJsjfDa8xpUks2wekvOvEzMel-FI9k68_BQu2d5sJtAiES6c7hE_m3KYwv1dDoAckTGq0JkswGlFXhX1PIlWRFH7jJDyqGh0jhg72JrHNY7X9vKBQ3GC37-BiEk87KYOmWa/s1600/happy+birthday+to+me%21.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy3nW3lN_-YiJsjfDa8xpUks2wekvOvEzMel-FI9k68_BQu2d5sJtAiES6c7hE_m3KYwv1dDoAckTGq0JkswGlFXhX1PIlWRFH7jJDyqGh0jhg72JrHNY7X9vKBQ3GC37-BiEk87KYOmWa/s320/happy+birthday+to+me%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528579784275124994" border="0" /></a>And, at the end of the trip, a champagne & cherry juice spritzer, chocolate cake, and a toast to the Birthday Boy!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQznL4eFHq8V5ROCLvs8oKklkJVaGDKCERljOK_d84OMwX8Pi6mTdH-Rbt9YXgWLktXK5UetDFn5u3c-utcIWXa8391zzswOiseQ8HDxW3ouubVtD1vnIfKJ0a25NmuLyO8XhQlcaESU-_/s1600/2010Oct5+053.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQznL4eFHq8V5ROCLvs8oKklkJVaGDKCERljOK_d84OMwX8Pi6mTdH-Rbt9YXgWLktXK5UetDFn5u3c-utcIWXa8391zzswOiseQ8HDxW3ouubVtD1vnIfKJ0a25NmuLyO8XhQlcaESU-_/s320/2010Oct5+053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528579773756244050" border="0" /></a>A little Turkish dancing in the studio,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju7ps9b8tHtZ7mi2UiVrGQZId0gnY3Jq7M9Jcsxf3TVtArPa-Fi2J4v6DF8d8724_fbJMFhS_9ggNNyXzCuZRjG_CxMfS1NUgq25q-7j_Fqu9XQaibVOOUGCljFNf-t9KFdQlBHFrZxTth/s1600/Tatil+with+Andre+010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju7ps9b8tHtZ7mi2UiVrGQZId0gnY3Jq7M9Jcsxf3TVtArPa-Fi2J4v6DF8d8724_fbJMFhS_9ggNNyXzCuZRjG_CxMfS1NUgq25q-7j_Fqu9XQaibVOOUGCljFNf-t9KFdQlBHFrZxTth/s320/Tatil+with+Andre+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528579771930870402" border="0" /></a>And, of course, the cake -- a delicious hazelnut torte decorated with caramel sauce. After the one special piece was cut for André, the cake was devoured 'a la Turque', which simply means that everyone grabs a fork and digs in. We managed to destroy this work of art in very short order. & there is something very friendly and warm about everyone eating from the same plate. I think kids at home would LOVE this way of eating birthday cake! And cleanup is a breeze, since the whole table is covered with newspaper beforehand. One simply rolls up the remnants of the meal in the paper and makes it disappear! In this case, there were not many remnants; and the newspaper went straight into the woodstove. I think I like this style of housecleaning!<br /><br />All for today. Back to a little clay work this afternoon. So, who knows what pix will show up here in the nst few days?katie janykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10385109491873177206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515066734616306655.post-29792316256490667542010-10-12T01:03:00.000-07:002010-10-12T02:10:09.990-07:00Opening Reception<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO6WFdFRn2gt46vf8KWOkLEIOrsG_UpJeR1y9Rwc00EQ3sOcrtS98KEGL3MeDp-QaOM_CsRD6ofrq8mLkMqgcrxeGW7dwZm3Bwwy33XSFgQgtphBgj28k0GkjX4q7rjPAJsrObn-gKfDhq/s1600/2010Oct5+043.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO6WFdFRn2gt46vf8KWOkLEIOrsG_UpJeR1y9Rwc00EQ3sOcrtS98KEGL3MeDp-QaOM_CsRD6ofrq8mLkMqgcrxeGW7dwZm3Bwwy33XSFgQgtphBgj28k0GkjX4q7rjPAJsrObn-gKfDhq/s320/2010Oct5+043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527075141456237922" border="0" /></a>Yes, it was quite a night! About 40 people attended the Opening Reception -- not bad for an unknown foreign artist.....<br /><br />Above, Istasyon Sanat Galerie owner Emel Düzenli with one of her hard-working art student helpers.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvgFM0M0bvyR9JLIkubxBEt3Vyp39Zo7fAhf-DgY8NzfAdggzf_-oRoVhQmcIm1CSQJcXQd5dFpiajJHYf9Ch0Q_gSZtQp1yz5h-jbIekvskRj_DYPWd0K6IlIbDuv93XxXJZgmnWpfFbX/s1600/2010Oct5+024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvgFM0M0bvyR9JLIkubxBEt3Vyp39Zo7fAhf-DgY8NzfAdggzf_-oRoVhQmcIm1CSQJcXQd5dFpiajJHYf9Ch0Q_gSZtQp1yz5h-jbIekvskRj_DYPWd0K6IlIbDuv93XxXJZgmnWpfFbX/s320/2010Oct5+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527075138370946914" border="0" /></a>A proud moment for both Katie and Avanos artist Erdogan Güleç, who was largely responsible for this whole affair in the first place.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh72PnnV6QFQk9qJh7r6RI4cOBzGn9VxVGEomeCWfkxZ7_wXHNXx85VN9FaQiiV-oQGVyoa14cpYISE6ggxUcad2W0N_y3mS_l2n9qNtDQP0ZSdw3VPZCr2Irxh9izZ26CcTruRrhJYPkX/s1600/2010Oct5+034.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh72PnnV6QFQk9qJh7r6RI4cOBzGn9VxVGEomeCWfkxZ7_wXHNXx85VN9FaQiiV-oQGVyoa14cpYISE6ggxUcad2W0N_y3mS_l2n9qNtDQP0ZSdw3VPZCr2Irxh9izZ26CcTruRrhJYPkX/s320/2010Oct5+034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527075126233330546" border="0" /></a>Gibsons ceramic artist Pat Forst came all the way from Canada with her husband Bill! Actually, they are on tour throughout Europe this year. But it sounds impressive, doesn't it? And it was really a treat to have them there. Bill kindly wrote an article/review of the show, which, together with a photo, was published in the October 8, 2010 edition of the Coast Reporter (purveyor of all that is newsworthy to Sunshine Coast residents......) Many thanks to them for their support.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8B-htvWQubuesFGzYlMr74lsxexxW0aEU_Bp1FSakGjbeoq3e9LIL7Kq0YMeXKH4pX9NcGnK3G_KGyph2H5veVldH4N2IGNdLQngru3gP62e71qerY5wbuFMudTs9mse4d8ZadTO9caHv/s1600/Happy+group.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8B-htvWQubuesFGzYlMr74lsxexxW0aEU_Bp1FSakGjbeoq3e9LIL7Kq0YMeXKH4pX9NcGnK3G_KGyph2H5veVldH4N2IGNdLQngru3gP62e71qerY5wbuFMudTs9mse4d8ZadTO9caHv/s320/Happy+group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527075119303217490" border="0" /></a>A happy group, including a couple of new Istanbul friends, as well as my long-suffering and very supportive husband, André, Bill Forst, and Seda Üngün, an Istanbul art teacher for whom I'll be doing a clay workshop before I return to Canada.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwAhnJVD-bKk0B-7iPGdLMLmZGOHq3tsMM9XA-rkIvXIxj74VwkRLHKN6NO-4Zg-O9Puq6_CE0M_H2h4aX68Ig07n6vNzWnSyoHYHe6cb_TsuZWA0ttZIKhbTUPESPPwUurB-nMoD4AY9P/s1600/Ceren,+Seda,+Edip,+Ayten,+Katie,+Andr%C3%A9,+Erdogan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwAhnJVD-bKk0B-7iPGdLMLmZGOHq3tsMM9XA-rkIvXIxj74VwkRLHKN6NO-4Zg-O9Puq6_CE0M_H2h4aX68Ig07n6vNzWnSyoHYHe6cb_TsuZWA0ttZIKhbTUPESPPwUurB-nMoD4AY9P/s320/Ceren,+Seda,+Edip,+Ayten,+Katie,+Andr%C3%A9,+Erdogan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527075115332386386" border="0" /></a>The party spilled outside into the warm autumn evening on this tiny little pedestrian-friendly sidestreet off Istanbul's prestigious Istiklal Caddesi, where Turkish & foreign shoppers browse the designer shops and boutiques. In this photo, to Katie's right, are Turkish pop icon Edip Akbayram and his wife, Ayten. They are avid supporters of the arts, and have become friends over the ten years I've been working in Avanos, where they have a summer home in a beautifully restored ancient stone house.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUt44YaGpUCIouhIH15g0IRUqCuEgafTgjUZCR8IlVUrSE4lHpJlxQenilLikKZp9Pmhh3WHGKpnI3T4cC9JxxSL8-DC5tjq-mA0JMWgZ-FLG4eR0D3VcIkzRrm_Z2h7jSHOyM6yv2Ur-L/s1600/Live+Music.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUt44YaGpUCIouhIH15g0IRUqCuEgafTgjUZCR8IlVUrSE4lHpJlxQenilLikKZp9Pmhh3WHGKpnI3T4cC9JxxSL8-DC5tjq-mA0JMWgZ-FLG4eR0D3VcIkzRrm_Z2h7jSHOyM6yv2Ur-L/s320/Live+Music.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527074194923232546" border="0" /></a>Live music was a pleasant surprise, and a welcome addition to the festivities.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl5J0rTZ9xcraRQxSg7J5A0NilA1Ov1xpnUyAP4YLx_a26FNK7B6HguYkfkuqyEmW_yRRT8x1b8AkLIhLgbQ9XtrLewiizo-Fw_IECy0CcYJmb6Nq-CVMl7fm5fe1vzDBq6LbsBFXwnAZx/s1600/2010Oct5+037.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl5J0rTZ9xcraRQxSg7J5A0NilA1Ov1xpnUyAP4YLx_a26FNK7B6HguYkfkuqyEmW_yRRT8x1b8AkLIhLgbQ9XtrLewiizo-Fw_IECy0CcYJmb6Nq-CVMl7fm5fe1vzDBq6LbsBFXwnAZx/s320/2010Oct5+037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527074196162121010" border="0" /></a>Talking to the local press.... "Why do you do what you do?" .... hmmm .... "Because I can't help myself?"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCGSIxSmrvSW7fJ9VWvfB0-g3P63TQCgN4CF1d8YRONL7MUGuyk3JEYbVHkYrvPRvkND206C8Y-PdEB7OE6JVaKs0Eyi1cxF7NsFqvVZt37YHVAtyLO7saqNpTKBYiEgBI61tH3HI8NiXB/s1600/Katie+%26+Her+Title+Piece,+Sevgiler+%28With+Love%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCGSIxSmrvSW7fJ9VWvfB0-g3P63TQCgN4CF1d8YRONL7MUGuyk3JEYbVHkYrvPRvkND206C8Y-PdEB7OE6JVaKs0Eyi1cxF7NsFqvVZt37YHVAtyLO7saqNpTKBYiEgBI61tH3HI8NiXB/s320/Katie+%26+Her+Title+Piece,+Sevgiler+%28With+Love%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527074190428837234" border="0" /></a>The artist with the exhibition's title piece, "Sevgiler". You can see I was having a LOT of fun!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhXPKwRPQTnjnmkFfYmhyphenhyphen6IzbLo9N3NId1dINXsQMj1Ecs3bnQh-gRFpGYMV8BQVG5vkYZUmGHoxuVzFdIEwa1P-NZYn0-CaHeaiws0-Wd4tk8EmtWfoFWsgR1h6juinmDRXKCKEdZ0lDD/s1600/2010Oct5+021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhXPKwRPQTnjnmkFfYmhyphenhyphen6IzbLo9N3NId1dINXsQMj1Ecs3bnQh-gRFpGYMV8BQVG5vkYZUmGHoxuVzFdIEwa1P-NZYn0-CaHeaiws0-Wd4tk8EmtWfoFWsgR1h6juinmDRXKCKEdZ0lDD/s320/2010Oct5+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527074186328574802" border="0" /></a>Everyone's favourite piece, the large "Avanos" tryptic. And this started out as a figurative show..... Maybe Paula o'Brien is right: maybe abstracts and landscapes really are more popular than figurative work.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVrvMvhYeodVkWdj5PFsxFDhp5tD0x_2ajZKaPlUzEgz41z1GGxPUgiD4qIyw4tDlApQTIVQg0f3ByaGqg92dKu8Q4ytey7_Thl8DUaPx0iCe4jS7s0dFD0GD-_x_TSUSfKUcXHzO8ZVF8/s1600/oct5+127.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVrvMvhYeodVkWdj5PFsxFDhp5tD0x_2ajZKaPlUzEgz41z1GGxPUgiD4qIyw4tDlApQTIVQg0f3ByaGqg92dKu8Q4ytey7_Thl8DUaPx0iCe4jS7s0dFD0GD-_x_TSUSfKUcXHzO8ZVF8/s320/oct5+127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527074183119163730" border="0" /></a>A celebratory dinner in the nearby seaside town of Tuzla, with the most fabulous array of food, much of which came from the adjoining family garden.<br /><br />So, yes, I would say "a good time was had by all", and the event was a success. Sales? Well, we have still about 3 weeks until closing, and I really have no idea what's sold. I'm almost afraid to ask................<br /><br /><br />Stay tuned in a few days for a few pics of my seaside & spa holiday with André -- well deserved by both of us!<br /><br />All for today.katie janykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10385109491873177206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515066734616306655.post-30660119924919027252010-10-04T05:51:00.000-07:002010-10-05T04:47:17.613-07:00Preview, final part<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDrJSwIpUoFRJ95LcdasvoJyeCnCQ_WI48nroKzgdTx-DYxQ82d-7YWcPMpbg_-qpADLlW3qGdSlvCRQTbjvLpARC3dmd25LCgTYkyvTnWtVp9EIBNe4hYVE9s4EqSNYC6cMdfjB9zr__m/s1600/Sari+U%C3%A7urtma++%28Yellow+Kite%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDrJSwIpUoFRJ95LcdasvoJyeCnCQ_WI48nroKzgdTx-DYxQ82d-7YWcPMpbg_-qpADLlW3qGdSlvCRQTbjvLpARC3dmd25LCgTYkyvTnWtVp9EIBNe4hYVE9s4EqSNYC6cMdfjB9zr__m/s320/Sari+U%C3%A7urtma++%28Yellow+Kite%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524173761490108402" border="0" /></a>Today's photos are the last of the Exhibition preview, which of course is no longer a preview, since the opening was last Friday evening. However, time & circumstances being what they have been, I'm only just getting to it today. <br /><br />The above panel, "Sari Uçurtma", or "The Yellow Kite", began as "Kite Girl" -- a photograph which my husband André sent me while he was working in Peru. Peru, Turkey, Canada -- anywhere children play -- their unbridled love of life shines through.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwpGGw8Aj9xKVOl3jE_ZTEn4afEFBKQuyx80AOMLHi-GascswvuAleiLIRncJoVMGQerG2L0EF_UNggdOEQrJyuw0xRgIgYgR7YIHdI69ICJnbw5V1Vr_r8Of1jD6YT1JaAp15iCeAWEuy/s1600/K%C3%BC%C3%A7%C3%BCk+Mavi+Cami+%28Little+Blue+Mosque%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwpGGw8Aj9xKVOl3jE_ZTEn4afEFBKQuyx80AOMLHi-GascswvuAleiLIRncJoVMGQerG2L0EF_UNggdOEQrJyuw0xRgIgYgR7YIHdI69ICJnbw5V1Vr_r8Of1jD6YT1JaAp15iCeAWEuy/s320/K%C3%BC%C3%A7%C3%BCk+Mavi+Cami+%28Little+Blue+Mosque%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524173750750526514" border="0" /></a>"Küçük Mavi Cami", "Little Blue Mosque", perhaps as opposed to the BIG 'Blue Mosque' -- the famous one in Istanbul. However, in Turkish, the Blue Mosque is referred to as "Sultanahmet", since that is the name of the Sultan by whom it was commissioned several hundered years ago. This little gem just popped up out of my head one day.....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg32xihgfX9zBOaEDFe9C3nbaYo9jyKQpoxLHtnRAkyx_8UuPZ-xuAcjd1L2Mnv5xG7R0LVRaJIqAoRMdnPPf3h8r8XsIr-S-MHm7sSeM0wS3Tg2mogiJRpGxqP8AkcL6yoxo5C_8-HbVBu/s1600/%C3%96p%C3%BCc%C3%BCk+%28The+Kiss%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg32xihgfX9zBOaEDFe9C3nbaYo9jyKQpoxLHtnRAkyx_8UuPZ-xuAcjd1L2Mnv5xG7R0LVRaJIqAoRMdnPPf3h8r8XsIr-S-MHm7sSeM0wS3Tg2mogiJRpGxqP8AkcL6yoxo5C_8-HbVBu/s320/%C3%96p%C3%BCc%C3%BCk+%28The+Kiss%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524173749642374946" border="0" /></a>"Öpücük", "The Kiss", is a little less successful than I had hoped, although it works as a piece on its own. The intent was to convey the sensual softness of the woman's skin by the softness of the man's kiss upon it. It hasn't quite arrived at that point yet. This piece must "stew" a bit more in my mind before its next iteration.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS4nIo6rz5XZT-hCeaZItS_ZOsEsw06Kg5QxNvxP1cdfAiIPoLIKZNjyvMvKKFeP9Yv65ax04dM4W_BVdW272EmYd5uXv9UecdIBgl52MduyLtsnQ0SXo3xjmglj22pRxYAGEO3j8RzVJ5/s1600/Mektup+%28The+Letter%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS4nIo6rz5XZT-hCeaZItS_ZOsEsw06Kg5QxNvxP1cdfAiIPoLIKZNjyvMvKKFeP9Yv65ax04dM4W_BVdW272EmYd5uXv9UecdIBgl52MduyLtsnQ0SXo3xjmglj22pRxYAGEO3j8RzVJ5/s320/Mektup+%28The+Letter%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524173742771278738" border="0" /></a>"Mektup", "The Letter", whatever its message, is not a cause for celebration. Could it be a 'dear jane'? Perhaps a loved one has died? Or maybe a difficult decision looms.......<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7txJ0prUzW0-YkPtb78_raAZ1qrsabSkxZhBArzUXIR3gnTgyNOI_tsXTR5QgjVYy2VzAU0VAqud0x8k5x2a0yognfR8E0rxLk39fhMX-q4MMjnSv970ivEzpw8TXVj_XffdspgTpTDod/s1600/Avanos+%232+%28tryptic%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 132px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7txJ0prUzW0-YkPtb78_raAZ1qrsabSkxZhBArzUXIR3gnTgyNOI_tsXTR5QgjVYy2VzAU0VAqud0x8k5x2a0yognfR8E0rxLk39fhMX-q4MMjnSv970ivEzpw8TXVj_XffdspgTpTDod/s320/Avanos+%232+%28tryptic%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524173741278481058" border="0" /></a>The "Avanos #2" tryptic is so much more stunning than this photo conveys. By far the favourite of exhibition goers so far, completing it has sown a seed for further landscape abstracts.<br /><br />So ends the 'preview' of the "Sevgiler" exhibition. I am happy with the work. I learned much about my materials, my methods, and about myself. Merely having completed such a body of work in the short space 0f 6 weeks, far from home, in a very different work environment, with vastly different materials and available services, and myriad glitches appearing every day, I feel an incredible sense of accomplishment and pride. That the pieces are satisfying as well is a great bonus that makes me smile!!<br /><br />Stay tuned for photos of the Opening Reception. It may be a day or two. André and I are off for a few days' holiday on the Mediterranean coast to the south.<br /><br />All for today.katie janykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10385109491873177206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515066734616306655.post-85337168638316165352010-09-30T00:13:00.000-07:002010-09-30T01:23:55.814-07:00Preview, Part 3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu-ukgudOP_S3wOnpeckvU0LqHRCJYtziGVKb9YKEdSCElYSP3et_zgG1ZhRE17VsArscm1E3t3DkQFmzi6Xh4iAIpzJ4Jt-XsexjW8Ardls9Zh2L5QVBREkmklRx4y3Er5EVtrlyi3CAj/s1600/Dans%C3%B6z+%236.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu-ukgudOP_S3wOnpeckvU0LqHRCJYtziGVKb9YKEdSCElYSP3et_zgG1ZhRE17VsArscm1E3t3DkQFmzi6Xh4iAIpzJ4Jt-XsexjW8Ardls9Zh2L5QVBREkmklRx4y3Er5EVtrlyi3CAj/s320/Dans%C3%B6z+%236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522604644918909618" border="0" /></a>I like the fluid motion in this Dancer abstract. It just makes me want to get up and move.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK5YOLSog6qVy1ugrFAet17OzI25OO3b8WY3AauucEs5m_9u0UGrhDyvaq8j82Jd-PSJ3Y95yNnZ1ctVeS_uGnPDTFJdEL8xmp41OI2kzP3wu-oO81Ck1nO_zQgnchG5O6oAFJS3IsAoU6/s1600/Cappadocia+%233.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK5YOLSog6qVy1ugrFAet17OzI25OO3b8WY3AauucEs5m_9u0UGrhDyvaq8j82Jd-PSJ3Y95yNnZ1ctVeS_uGnPDTFJdEL8xmp41OI2kzP3wu-oO81Ck1nO_zQgnchG5O6oAFJS3IsAoU6/s320/Cappadocia+%233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522604641197462754" border="0" /></a>The colours in this small Cappadocia landscape took me by complete surprise. It's chemistry at its finest, with the iron, copper, manganese, salts, and ammonia all playing together with beautiful results.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKZ2zOectj0lWnYNJljjgoAiITjloH8gN7My9waC82F0tF2I0BqDyBSS1StUWOG3t2hwRtJAqwvWD8PFaB7gXRT2SBQ1NBtRBKEMICJ3MOf6zSlBViIPcAD_ofqJJvfoGYKHMN4WUJpXKV/s1600/Cappadocia+%234.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKZ2zOectj0lWnYNJljjgoAiITjloH8gN7My9waC82F0tF2I0BqDyBSS1StUWOG3t2hwRtJAqwvWD8PFaB7gXRT2SBQ1NBtRBKEMICJ3MOf6zSlBViIPcAD_ofqJJvfoGYKHMN4WUJpXKV/s320/Cappadocia+%234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522604637373074578" border="0" /></a>Spending time clambering round in the Cappadocian rocks, one is struck by the interrelationship of the natural landscape with prehistoric, Hittite, Selcuk, Christian, and Islamic influences -- several of which are represented in this small panel.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZf_mG5CAZnpWNfIbhOkWroZ70azc6yaoJum9se7ywnnY5vYk_fOp5TXANF7Tb_107d50WFB295dFynZZG6CuGEnnCGWN8UFeb-wLZoTuUXR-CV8v6KUz3zhhSTVFIy8uYVrNckxkypPmV/s1600/Hamam.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZf_mG5CAZnpWNfIbhOkWroZ70azc6yaoJum9se7ywnnY5vYk_fOp5TXANF7Tb_107d50WFB295dFynZZG6CuGEnnCGWN8UFeb-wLZoTuUXR-CV8v6KUz3zhhSTVFIy8uYVrNckxkypPmV/s320/Hamam.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522604627740857026" border="0" /></a>Ah!! The Hamam! The sensuous caress of warm fragrant water. Soothing aching bones & tired muscles, replenishing the skin, rejuvenating the spirit. The tender, loving care each of us needs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig_KkHSHZNbDYVWEf4_Sf3x-3pLP_2LxVLdh6U9mueMDw3wNZwZUoa6kpv01pAZ7SqDm8HT0WFV5JA3NoOypbUJON8yoNA3ruSoldKox63JyKqWwIcDKWpsDtI9xWDP51YVMFypM7H7YB7/s1600/Mavi+Havlu+%28Blue+Towel%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig_KkHSHZNbDYVWEf4_Sf3x-3pLP_2LxVLdh6U9mueMDw3wNZwZUoa6kpv01pAZ7SqDm8HT0WFV5JA3NoOypbUJON8yoNA3ruSoldKox63JyKqWwIcDKWpsDtI9xWDP51YVMFypM7H7YB7/s320/Mavi+Havlu+%28Blue+Towel%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522604620086055442" border="0" /></a>"Mavi Havlu", "The Blue Towel", for after the hamam, or any time. There's no reason it's blue. Just because I wanted it to be.<br /><br />The piece is intended to convey not only the woman's body, but her love for it. More than just acceptance. Definitely not resignation. Not really pride, either (though she probably walks proudly). It's the kind of understanding and enjoyment of the body, and all it can do and convey, that makes one want to care for it well and treat it with tenderness. To love it.<br /><br />Part 4 of the show preview tomorrow.katie janykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10385109491873177206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515066734616306655.post-61566302462052102322010-09-28T06:04:00.000-07:002010-09-28T06:31:55.135-07:00Preview, part 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglc0_ZTE1t6FSOj-dpoN2SMe22Lk9WQiR3QFr4gWLp8VKZ29XxeO4yUy8AmgcKSao7yBDHS1ZQniEG8dUl-Wm_1DKcwPXJj5iqUefrGL_Cwq_lugrke3poUqLYC6b6reHBhHvA_Uu4zUlm/s1600/Cappadocia+%231.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglc0_ZTE1t6FSOj-dpoN2SMe22Lk9WQiR3QFr4gWLp8VKZ29XxeO4yUy8AmgcKSao7yBDHS1ZQniEG8dUl-Wm_1DKcwPXJj5iqUefrGL_Cwq_lugrke3poUqLYC6b6reHBhHvA_Uu4zUlm/s320/Cappadocia+%231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521950757255525282" border="0" /></a>Oh, that Cappadocian landscape. There really is no other like it anywhere in the world. This small panel, "Cappadocia #1", is one of four small pieces depicting various elements of this landscape that moves me so much.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKFzK95HubIt2TzTVMjKCgL5dBLI3b1KJqrgXOoqDRhRU7iBrkkxHkZJKkdbwP2I6FeJ_x1EFiwC8mkfZ3WnUrEARL6zfhyphenhyphenSB8wYijhRXWHKx5KzMEqFKYHMSfSfv5_Qu3Tv6zkwG7qAvE/s1600/Balik%C3%A7il+%28Heron%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKFzK95HubIt2TzTVMjKCgL5dBLI3b1KJqrgXOoqDRhRU7iBrkkxHkZJKkdbwP2I6FeJ_x1EFiwC8mkfZ3WnUrEARL6zfhyphenhyphenSB8wYijhRXWHKx5KzMEqFKYHMSfSfv5_Qu3Tv6zkwG7qAvE/s320/Balik%C3%A7il+%28Heron%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521950755213741410" border="0" /></a>"Balikçil", literally, means "fisher", which is, of course, what herons do best. There aren't any herons right around Avanos, since there aren't any marshes. The river is probably too fast flowing to be very attractive to any wading birds. There are, however, within an hour's drive, some beautiful marshlands (very salty) with abundant birdlife and other swamp-dwelling critters. Besides.... I just like the shape of herons.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbuGNZX4uGFpjj7hWxNcN9niDdkHQGAHCBRe-h3oPvv1qHOSygI1_PIwm1f2D8HMECsBPSVZJAlIFU02F5vWr_u1VO_bt6FuAMCL0E6qGfUEFGaWu08i8orV4NY3t2cRaHV5UJzpAmobnJ/s1600/Benimle+Dans+%28Dance+with+Me%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbuGNZX4uGFpjj7hWxNcN9niDdkHQGAHCBRe-h3oPvv1qHOSygI1_PIwm1f2D8HMECsBPSVZJAlIFU02F5vWr_u1VO_bt6FuAMCL0E6qGfUEFGaWu08i8orV4NY3t2cRaHV5UJzpAmobnJ/s320/Benimle+Dans+%28Dance+with+Me%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521950750785721282" border="0" /></a>"Benimle Dans" means "Dance With Me", which pretty much tells it all for this one.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKs1y2O1m4M1wyt19wmb7_robCkvtiC5Jkq4o6vNeZdEF9wxiZPNrruQb7M5Y72qWKCgyy_ID7fHgrMEvi7O-b5ihWGws5sdpLlfk1FiKBvXozyrPVKDK6FHvZi36HW-vTs9A5jjjXeYpr/s1600/Dans%C3%B6z+%231.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKs1y2O1m4M1wyt19wmb7_robCkvtiC5Jkq4o6vNeZdEF9wxiZPNrruQb7M5Y72qWKCgyy_ID7fHgrMEvi7O-b5ihWGws5sdpLlfk1FiKBvXozyrPVKDK6FHvZi36HW-vTs9A5jjjXeYpr/s320/Dans%C3%B6z+%231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521950744396366066" border="0" /></a>"Dansöz" means Dancer. This little abstracted dancer is one of 6 similar pieces that play with shape, texture & relief. The colour is really only intended to emphasize the texture of the various spaces.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZW59ViNzJ38dCD8hiMrbbO5gNNWQJhHb_x7Hcw7EPgpQyHRxMGxUFLNJ-2gWFRO9TQg32NYUvGsdw5vKsZ1A2lGfisjsVeRxkOC35KBSgQD2-fl1QfdOK-xgkXFKP5MOuA7sVYSlTyXRR/s1600/Kadinlarin+Irmak+Banyosu+%28Bathing+Ladies%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZW59ViNzJ38dCD8hiMrbbO5gNNWQJhHb_x7Hcw7EPgpQyHRxMGxUFLNJ-2gWFRO9TQg32NYUvGsdw5vKsZ1A2lGfisjsVeRxkOC35KBSgQD2-fl1QfdOK-xgkXFKP5MOuA7sVYSlTyXRR/s320/Kadinlarin+Irmak+Banyosu+%28Bathing+Ladies%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521950742538512482" border="0" /></a>There's a lot of dancing going on in this post......<br />"Kadinlarin Irmakta Banyosu" is called "Bathing Ladies" in English. The actual translation from Turkish would be "ladies bathing in the river". When the piece was first done, another Avanos potter commented that he could remember when, as a child, he watched as Avanos women did laundry down at the edge of the Kizilirmak (whose waters were then clean enough to drink). When the washing was done, they stripped off their own clothes and bathed in the clear waters.<br /><br />Exhibition preview part 3 tomorrow.katie janykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10385109491873177206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515066734616306655.post-49347357925076162142010-09-27T05:29:00.000-07:002010-09-27T06:36:20.153-07:00Exhibit Preview<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJgSzR7Z6TXU5VAWgBYgYJVWjytwX4xw5mBKDLNoFu36sGOZ1wpnHVbTf0iFyNwHze2ZXBYbIdIPL6bTmhPCxR7dINf4fNXH4VSYW-A7COFhAhrUGc2gk2dUgC_KLNXHMl3FG8k5FqsFhx/s1600/Kizilirmak+%28Red+River%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJgSzR7Z6TXU5VAWgBYgYJVWjytwX4xw5mBKDLNoFu36sGOZ1wpnHVbTf0iFyNwHze2ZXBYbIdIPL6bTmhPCxR7dINf4fNXH4VSYW-A7COFhAhrUGc2gk2dUgC_KLNXHMl3FG8k5FqsFhx/s320/Kizilirmak+%28Red+River%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521571120587256178" border="0" /></a>I've decided to post these in no particular order, which could appear disorganized; but I figured it would be more interesting to see landscapes interspersed with figures and other abstracts, rather than each genre's pieces all lumped together.<br /> The small tryptic above is entitled "Kizilirmak", which is of course the Red River that runs through Avanos where I am working.<br /><br />It seems fitting to begin this process with the Artist's Statement that goes with the exhibit. 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the warmth of a lovers’ embrace; the love of a mother for her child; the lover’s willingness to sacrifice; the ache of a broken heart; the sensuous pleasure of a warm bath; the wondrous perfection of the human form; a child’s unabashed love of life; the love of a special place – so many loves: so many ways of showing and feeling love.<span style=""> </span>These works celebrate the love we have for ourselves, for each other, for special places, for moving, and for life.<span style=""> </span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><b style=""><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:14pt;" >Created with love, in a very special place, each piece conveys love in some way.<span style=""> </span>Collectively, the work asks each of us to think of what we love in our lives.</span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><b style=""><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:14pt;" >This exhibition is made possible by the kindness and generosity of my friend, Avanos artist, Erdogan Güleç, and by the unending love and support of my husband, André Sobolewski.<span style=""> </span>To both of them, I say, <i style="">thank you</i>, and</span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><b style=""><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:14pt;" >Sevgiler.</span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";font-size:14pt;" ></span></b></p></blockquote><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjss6oLqeMKaucJ5yELgM5mazrOa8G-kdm9NncSF_oT_tQMkGUg17JwKroPeRNs7kikwg6SXTOjDUP2VFqUKzNkbzbUC76cKXPD_ewp4TMtyWCsmlaxZK8g0JLVYkf8b5v_-BJm4y6JueSI/s1600/Avanos+%231.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 159px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjss6oLqeMKaucJ5yELgM5mazrOa8G-kdm9NncSF_oT_tQMkGUg17JwKroPeRNs7kikwg6SXTOjDUP2VFqUKzNkbzbUC76cKXPD_ewp4TMtyWCsmlaxZK8g0JLVYkf8b5v_-BJm4y6JueSI/s320/Avanos+%231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521571109752636482" border="0" /></a>"Avanos" #1. A small panel depicting my 'home away from home', with its houses nestled (or rather crammed) onto, below, and into the hillside.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh82R3vHyITDNm6gH7Bhf9Yh-rOrdXHqB4QieUubZ53d2VE3R5zZyEfsAFcpHIbdvHfZJZUCIRjvcGx2saCCE8gBLdI3GuQsoSBLuXwO-tuDwJLtoxADGORD982XqsdYJKpJVu4Qvz611mj/s1600/Benim+Kalp+%28My+Heart%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh82R3vHyITDNm6gH7Bhf9Yh-rOrdXHqB4QieUubZ53d2VE3R5zZyEfsAFcpHIbdvHfZJZUCIRjvcGx2saCCE8gBLdI3GuQsoSBLuXwO-tuDwJLtoxADGORD982XqsdYJKpJVu4Qvz611mj/s320/Benim+Kalp+%28My+Heart%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521571104317990562" border="0" /></a>"Benim Kalp", which translates to "My Heart", and symbolizes the sacrifices one is prepared to make for the love of another.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivN_2vGmd5_w_LxTGTTKRkIcD3VTzw5JfwkfpF7KuZ8k1tAe-M1bS6Ln1TB-3WOnKF6jCMr4oYISIvyej5gEJgJ8Jx2MLd0YOEIpAbwZ8r_NZG4t7rDcwPvDT-ctoQHZvKddqeuiyb-TGj/s1600/Anne+%2B+Bebek+%28Mother+%26+Child%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivN_2vGmd5_w_LxTGTTKRkIcD3VTzw5JfwkfpF7KuZ8k1tAe-M1bS6Ln1TB-3WOnKF6jCMr4oYISIvyej5gEJgJ8Jx2MLd0YOEIpAbwZ8r_NZG4t7rDcwPvDT-ctoQHZvKddqeuiyb-TGj/s320/Anne+%2B+Bebek+%28Mother+%26+Child%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521571099816209426" border="0" /></a>"Anne & Bebek", "Mother & Child. Is there any love more powerful or enduring?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTpvh7GI6Na9sJVRNsdDmY4n-HiKcL53tYRgUtp1-_g5KbnDhJ-NxVkmfTk-202QWVRag3ySDg1uFL7muoTe9osH764CBjA5avOwT4snTfJji6b32rT7hwr7lPWD_4xJYuvsN-gSyi9hQR/s1600/Sevgiler+%28Love+in+Ruins%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 145px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTpvh7GI6Na9sJVRNsdDmY4n-HiKcL53tYRgUtp1-_g5KbnDhJ-NxVkmfTk-202QWVRag3ySDg1uFL7muoTe9osH764CBjA5avOwT4snTfJji6b32rT7hwr7lPWD_4xJYuvsN-gSyi9hQR/s320/Sevgiler+%28Love+in+Ruins%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521571097109500178" border="0" /></a>And this, as they say, is where it all began. This is in fact the second (& much larger) iteration of "Love in Ruins", which is the piece that originally secured for me the exhibition in Istanbul. The lovers are lying amongst the ancient ruins that abound in this part of the world. But their love is apparently far from 'in ruins'. The double meaning is lost in Turkish translation. So this piece became the literal, as well as the figurative, symbol for the show, and is appropriately entitled, "Sevgiler".<br /><br />More tomorrow.katie janykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10385109491873177206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515066734616306655.post-18075456394308911402010-09-25T13:59:00.001-07:002010-09-25T14:20:11.689-07:00Studio #12<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFB6VLIkntFMiLtU-CJ-F1mjSLHSQ7OV2s_aGBJvZ0cLJ0QRkKDp-hpfyMTPYQw7645Ztldqzaikv-r0ReZr6Ba_CrnzCef2TF_1zVfDY9zQB12IWzyiUSEuA_07l64hk4qpSJeyonPcOv/s1600/sept20+Blue+Camii.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFB6VLIkntFMiLtU-CJ-F1mjSLHSQ7OV2s_aGBJvZ0cLJ0QRkKDp-hpfyMTPYQw7645Ztldqzaikv-r0ReZr6Ba_CrnzCef2TF_1zVfDY9zQB12IWzyiUSEuA_07l64hk4qpSJeyonPcOv/s320/sept20+Blue+Camii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520959577046637746" border="0" /></a>The studio work is finally done!! This "Little Blue Mosque" is one of about 15 small panels ready for the show. All together, there are 27 pieces of various sizes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioTlj5QEXngI2wI08U-foMQYkSD4JE3QIZVSw9e9ldnPgSsdJiv49Q66l2j7wZgmEXpJhu_GAaZsC-l0T6tnHzA8ENOLGHbxSCbTKZgU0ccOosbJgQgFIq1L4oY7myu-mtxc-Cg59u8Vcs/s1600/sept20+The+Blue+Towel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioTlj5QEXngI2wI08U-foMQYkSD4JE3QIZVSw9e9ldnPgSsdJiv49Q66l2j7wZgmEXpJhu_GAaZsC-l0T6tnHzA8ENOLGHbxSCbTKZgU0ccOosbJgQgFIq1L4oY7myu-mtxc-Cg59u8Vcs/s320/sept20+The+Blue+Towel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520959569604573698" border="0" /></a>"The Blue Towel" is one of the mid-sized figurative pieces that form the core of the exhibit. To begin with, all the pieces were figurative; but some landscapes crept in over time, and I like them a lot. (pics to follow tomorrow)<br /><br />The work is finally done. The panels are ready to be shipped up to Istanbul on Sunday. I've finally reached the end of the 17-hour days, the 24/7 thinking of new designs, new techniques, new possibilities, and new ways around myriad obstacles that popped up daily. I've tapped into my creative energy in many new ways, tested my patience, amazed myself with my resourcefulness and adaptability, and gained new skills and confidence. All that remains is to put the work out there and see what happens. I'm feeling a little lost at the moment. Haven't done or thought about anything except studio work for the past 6 weeks.<br /><br />Over the next couple of days, I'll post a little preview of the show, for those of you unfortunates out there who are unable to make the Reception next Friday night.........<br /><br />All for today.katie janykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10385109491873177206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515066734616306655.post-79288199378330408412010-09-20T02:45:00.001-07:002010-09-20T03:23:50.610-07:00Studio #11<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbEk9wYbfV_odzW7ra8v2QnhRHlw6V9lWswyHkNuXhAH7vI2bftWwMYFoFe_yYkvNBOJxmPe1Kb-vJpMxsawnWF-_zY3rvZFhfP4ibos_8vsapc_WGWksC0A20uH4dT3D6djjrbgNP1n8R/s1600/Sept13+Peppers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbEk9wYbfV_odzW7ra8v2QnhRHlw6V9lWswyHkNuXhAH7vI2bftWwMYFoFe_yYkvNBOJxmPe1Kb-vJpMxsawnWF-_zY3rvZFhfP4ibos_8vsapc_WGWksC0A20uH4dT3D6djjrbgNP1n8R/s320/Sept13+Peppers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518931431656274642" border="0" /></a>Peppers hang all over town these past couple of weeks. At the Friday market, the air around the red pepper vendors is heavy with the pungent aroma of slightly over-ripe fruit. Strings of red & yellow & green peppers in all shapes and sizes hang in windows, from lamp posts, on clotheslines, on tree branches -- anywhere available. The dried peppers, and stuffed pickled ones of the familiar large red variety we know so well, are a winter staple here, where the temperature hangs below freezing for much of the time between November and March.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitYEG0KZYXk6iqWKjnKmfWFbniEOkc0LhyzOaxw6PqFf07JKI9eYUqpu54c1lVkRVD5CZDvkJU-gTa0PPZwlm9_zYc1hX1R7t7yhVCvs26Tq5yh2ttFbwR9FIqEOi16wRGQD28QShxPBok/s1600/sept20+Bathing+Ladies.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitYEG0KZYXk6iqWKjnKmfWFbniEOkc0LhyzOaxw6PqFf07JKI9eYUqpu54c1lVkRVD5CZDvkJU-gTa0PPZwlm9_zYc1hX1R7t7yhVCvs26Tq5yh2ttFbwR9FIqEOi16wRGQD28QShxPBok/s320/sept20+Bathing+Ladies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518931421779322562" border="0" /></a>The first set of panels is fired, assembled, and sealed. In these photos, they don't look too much different than they did before firing. But there is in fact a big difference in the clay colour. The terracotta fairly sings with energy, and contrasts nicely with the black outlines & highlights.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq2mRwi-LyCadC4eZrFonjKqJrOoN-UlFotT47MnkyDkA137sBUxIfnNRFiTA1V84-I41EUR_eq7jHHsPdA9rwGEEj-K45n7-RiHYb5ATq8tJdwMbweuuldQORrxYb19Nc17UA1zKaL5Ac/s1600/sept20+The+Letter.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq2mRwi-LyCadC4eZrFonjKqJrOoN-UlFotT47MnkyDkA137sBUxIfnNRFiTA1V84-I41EUR_eq7jHHsPdA9rwGEEj-K45n7-RiHYb5ATq8tJdwMbweuuldQORrxYb19Nc17UA1zKaL5Ac/s320/sept20+The+Letter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518931419449190722" border="0" /></a>A lot of unseen work went into these first panels, since I had to "fix" the blue accents after the pieces were fired. (All the blue fired to black.) It was a somewhat tedious process that took the better part of an entire day. But I'm happy with the results.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBYE8wqIi8df_pZ8UGTocQOS0B7KDGjL6J5Af0NdlWyy_yY6nL6kZS8_10m2E0W0UNcljVkdJDmVufsXHo5HUhdS_eO1RpQplWsRryXSAfeICLIeIZuF37RQrj7O79_l4oVbtUtOSGW6vC/s1600/Sept20+Dance+With+Me.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBYE8wqIi8df_pZ8UGTocQOS0B7KDGjL6J5Af0NdlWyy_yY6nL6kZS8_10m2E0W0UNcljVkdJDmVufsXHo5HUhdS_eO1RpQplWsRryXSAfeICLIeIZuF37RQrj7O79_l4oVbtUtOSGW6vC/s320/Sept20+Dance+With+Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518931408700966930" border="0" /></a>The small abstract panels on which I "fixed" the colours looked pretty horrid at first. But, with a little (a lot, actually) brushing to remove unwanted oxidation, they turned out pretty much as I had originally hoped they would. So, one set of pieces saved from disaster. Whew!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeP2KJxx89WCdtPrHk_E0Ey332dAMkvs6islRdYhDY1kM9sSZ2PTLBfYFdK_dy3oopillZCdC3MF1JQDid9oiFqxpbA_No3DSe1w9FcCdbA5BJrHhwN1YPrfLLy0Kymegqjh14QuMeqHe-/s1600/sept20+Heron.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeP2KJxx89WCdtPrHk_E0Ey332dAMkvs6islRdYhDY1kM9sSZ2PTLBfYFdK_dy3oopillZCdC3MF1JQDid9oiFqxpbA_No3DSe1w9FcCdbA5BJrHhwN1YPrfLLy0Kymegqjh14QuMeqHe-/s320/sept20+Heron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518931402293602690" border="0" /></a>Saturday was spent cutting out the backing wood, and mounting the tiles onto it with silicone. It's not what is generally used here; but I'm used to it, I like the wiggle-room it gives during the mounting process, and it remains flexible when dry. These backing pieces are not very thick, so I was a bit concerned that bending of the back could cause cracking of the panels or lifting of the tiles if a hard glue was used.<br /><br />After the tiles were mounted on the boards and dried overnight, I sealed them, since they aren't glazed. At home, I would use a sealant designed for stone floors. Here, I used what everyone else uses. It's called "Lef Lef", and it's actually for shoes! Why anyone would want shoes with a shiny plastic-y finish is beyond me; but, it works great for the clay. It's non-toxic, the shine-level is easily adjusted with water, and it gives a very satisfactory finish when dry.<br /><br />More pics tomorrow. All for today.katie janykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10385109491873177206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515066734616306655.post-68180357967651559252010-09-15T13:48:00.000-07:002010-09-15T14:25:21.432-07:00Studio #10<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qgHhDrakOei3fLAO5jWOfNoP4rzlx0N9M584Zwy2sK-YbaceWfGcxMtoc4PlHv831TSY0N8ikwOZzNTevbX6LncEN0BCJyGXYjmDD77NhnUC4I8Q1xLrTryrrB8R4DglXCNT75SuCz1a/s1600/Sept13+Katie+in+Hammock.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qgHhDrakOei3fLAO5jWOfNoP4rzlx0N9M584Zwy2sK-YbaceWfGcxMtoc4PlHv831TSY0N8ikwOZzNTevbX6LncEN0BCJyGXYjmDD77NhnUC4I8Q1xLrTryrrB8R4DglXCNT75SuCz1a/s320/Sept13+Katie+in+Hammock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517246694096767154" border="0" /></a>Yesterday morning, I had breakfast with my friend Serife. As I said, she lives at the very top of the town, and has a fabulous view. I'm having my morning tea in the hammock. Her garden is rudimentary, and looks pretty sad by Sunshine Coast standards. Every tree and plant needs a well around it to hold the water it's given. And typical gardening tools include a pick-axe to break up the rock-hard clay soil. Composting is not common here, so there isn't much organic matter around to add to the soil. Kitchen scraps and compostables go to the chickens or the neighbourhood cats & dogs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqWNNYTMC1XbaqgfevB-qDc9agPEU3y3tzFAbmrrbzxJODjLc6mOQgw1bq__j7dfWt_SyT6_GEYXPEYM1NjRuIIUKJ3j3NoXQ6_3vHNR9CCRnl5SsX9FgYZxgAVyTEsegYCrjamGECYOWh/s1600/Sept13+Serifes+Aubergines.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqWNNYTMC1XbaqgfevB-qDc9agPEU3y3tzFAbmrrbzxJODjLc6mOQgw1bq__j7dfWt_SyT6_GEYXPEYM1NjRuIIUKJ3j3NoXQ6_3vHNR9CCRnl5SsX9FgYZxgAVyTEsegYCrjamGECYOWh/s320/Sept13+Serifes+Aubergines.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517246676620582658" border="0" /></a>But, considering the harsh conditions, Serife does a pretty good job. These aubergines will soon be ready for picking. She also grows sweet and hot peppers, summer & winter squash, tomatoes, & herbs, with miscellaneous flowers sprinkled throughout. There are fruit trees (apples, apricots, and mulberries), grape vines, and nut trees. This unusually hot and dry summer has apparently taken its toll on the veggy crop.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1NQxx_twljL8pXksnIwXqkfpKsRJWfYmsruKq6kmidu49RDR0LmmQZcfSiloiDEMOP1oy8MKTNgP0uhXog62PKeHhyphenhyphensbdVQRJpZlt6qM1fohSMWeyQbEpp6f2jaxz2MG_WOLlpmuq-asZ/s1600/Sept13+Neighbour.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1NQxx_twljL8pXksnIwXqkfpKsRJWfYmsruKq6kmidu49RDR0LmmQZcfSiloiDEMOP1oy8MKTNgP0uhXog62PKeHhyphenhyphensbdVQRJpZlt6qM1fohSMWeyQbEpp6f2jaxz2MG_WOLlpmuq-asZ/s320/Sept13+Neighbour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517246659892510226" border="0" /></a>I see this lady every day on my way to the market. She spends a lot of time sitting outside her house talking to friends and neighbours. & she loves to pose for pictures!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtI6WN3oiqm0URLn3TQaU2YSUlgliacaL__olN0S8xnaDhqqyrn2h9lBm7JnffoQHigmaguxocEN85LBY2VvrrOfvk7GqsePbj7lRvWjJdAQpBK4Uh75B8-oRRN6nXhhrseGxt5ZK05HAt/s1600/Sept13+NeighbourKids.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtI6WN3oiqm0URLn3TQaU2YSUlgliacaL__olN0S8xnaDhqqyrn2h9lBm7JnffoQHigmaguxocEN85LBY2VvrrOfvk7GqsePbj7lRvWjJdAQpBK4Uh75B8-oRRN6nXhhrseGxt5ZK05HAt/s320/Sept13+NeighbourKids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517246642546155474" border="0" /></a>This crew lives just up around the corner from the studio. They come every day to ask "Uncle Erdogan" for clay to play with. Most times there isn't any for them. But occasionally he gives them each a small ball to work with. Sometimes they bring their work back to the studio for him to fire, which he always does, with great care.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMRNn-Io0hMrAfkVnxaX6dZpN69dSZkm-pE0-O7X3Dk2DX8e3xYZXy6Cu7nIQcGI2KYoeeegbZ4Ab5zrPcD8y8jn2wEeLc_gKroxqxDjudbeMGTBGrt9VKFBB55ZzRxksHAU8stgsu7AkS/s1600/Sept13+Avanos+abstract.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 102px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMRNn-Io0hMrAfkVnxaX6dZpN69dSZkm-pE0-O7X3Dk2DX8e3xYZXy6Cu7nIQcGI2KYoeeegbZ4Ab5zrPcD8y8jn2wEeLc_gKroxqxDjudbeMGTBGrt9VKFBB55ZzRxksHAU8stgsu7AkS/s320/Sept13+Avanos+abstract.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517246629918449858" border="0" /></a>This triptic is unfortunately a little hard to see. Each part is about 12" square. It is my impression of Avanos -- houses all higglty pigglty, tucked against the hillside at every imaginable angle, caves & ruins sprinkled here and there, all against the backdrop of rugged red clay mesas and mountains, with the Kirzilirmak (Red River) running in front.<br /><br />I've finished building my last panel today, and will stain it tomorrow morning. The wood arrives tomorrow for the panel backings, and we begin the process of mounting the pieces. In a few days we'll fire the rest of the work, and complete the mounting. All the panels will be sealed to protect them, since they aren't glazed. Then, we'll ship them up to Istanbul for the opening on October 1st.<br /><br />All for today.katie janykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10385109491873177206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515066734616306655.post-68501257168555204082010-09-11T10:39:00.000-07:002010-09-11T11:22:52.378-07:00Studio #9<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY3fgqLzJoTGkO0r7GyirIn6darB6omlQyY-YsrEQCs3nN1B6V3TEir7E3H-tjiDJ0nUry3ibkB6iHsrJhfLx9ZQ1vBOVnjow4yTav539TtO1o_BlOsxaWDjl5-utcqQQu3kxM55BZhTmc/s1600/2010Aug23+002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY3fgqLzJoTGkO0r7GyirIn6darB6omlQyY-YsrEQCs3nN1B6V3TEir7E3H-tjiDJ0nUry3ibkB6iHsrJhfLx9ZQ1vBOVnjow4yTav539TtO1o_BlOsxaWDjl5-utcqQQu3kxM55BZhTmc/s320/2010Aug23+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515713771509145218" border="0" /></a>This is my friend Serife (say Sherifay), who I've known for 10 years now. She lives just up behind the studio, atop the mesa. Hers is the highest house in town, and the view from her little veggy garden is spectacular, with the 'old town' laid out at her feet, and the river running far in either direction. She can see clear to the next village! <br /><br />Seeing each other for a few weeks each year, Serife & I have developed a warm friendship. She speaks a little English and quite a bit of French, so our conversations are multilingual. We take a walk every afternoon by the river and help each other with our languages. My Turkish is improving daily. Serife has agreed to be my videographer for a couple of days while I make my final (and best, I hope) panel. I have some footage already, taken with the camera on a tripod. Having Serife use the camera, I can move around a bit more, as I'll need to do when laying out the ground for the panel. And it will feel more natural talking to Serife than talking to myself!<br /><br />Remember those dull, black-&-black-&-grey-on-terracotta abstracts that came out of the kiln?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG1SjLDjIXySHuj5aHM_NxfqSQklxQVVzBGL7vmnGjASMjU1I6-sNk6CYK-WhDvGp-3XlBq2bPEJQeno_6-3O35oVdjdiUQv66AK1Epx0hEqMN5oImpLcUsHFrMow7eKgYbKoj1MtKsnpf/s1600/Sept11+Landscape.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG1SjLDjIXySHuj5aHM_NxfqSQklxQVVzBGL7vmnGjASMjU1I6-sNk6CYK-WhDvGp-3XlBq2bPEJQeno_6-3O35oVdjdiUQv66AK1Epx0hEqMN5oImpLcUsHFrMow7eKgYbKoj1MtKsnpf/s320/Sept11+Landscape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515713741087946658" border="0" /></a>Well, I worked a little magic on them after the firing, and this is what I got. I like the way the colours came out in this one. The others are a little too blue for my liking; but they tell me that blue sells..... so..... We'll see. Inshallah.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1xO-iwr8oWRvwKtxivEnYJhezVk06srhcZrAJUrRWLlHYj56uglnlAgTSmqGZUKab8q58QdDHXasSbfv7q1Iv6UKuICwH_dv8yofGz95fJOW08HJKQkhVbVdWFBF58mcaOcrCqr4Rgwm7/s1600/Sept11+Hamam+Woman.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1xO-iwr8oWRvwKtxivEnYJhezVk06srhcZrAJUrRWLlHYj56uglnlAgTSmqGZUKab8q58QdDHXasSbfv7q1Iv6UKuICwH_dv8yofGz95fJOW08HJKQkhVbVdWFBF58mcaOcrCqr4Rgwm7/s320/Sept11+Hamam+Woman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515713728811612210" border="0" /></a>Today's "Hamam Woman" is looking a little blue at the moment also. The blue wash made the clay very wet, as you can see from the reflection of the camera flash. So I am waiting until tomorrow to brush off some of the blue so her trunk and legs are just a little more visible.<br /><br />Today's entry seems a little short. Frankly, I'm preoccupied with visualizing my final panel. It will be on the large side, about 3.5 x 2.5 feet I think, and a very sensual piece. I figure it will take at least two days, or maybe three, to complete. <br /><br />Also in the next couple of days, we will be mounting the fired pieces on their wooden backings. Then, stay tuned for some photos of the final work!<br /><br />All for today.katie janykhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10385109491873177206noreply@blogger.com0