barefoot

cold cement
      damp grass
close eyes
       rustling of tree branches
inhale
       wet soil
look up
        sunlight
yellow. blue. green. gray.
I can feel
the earth move
I can hear
the worms fertilize the ground
I can smell
the storm moving north
even now that she is gone, my thoughts scream
stay.
stay.
but she goes
and her leftover breeze
chills me to my toes.
my tears never to mix
with her showers

m.s.

perspective

"'You are too different from humans ever to understand them.'

'You are too similar to humans for you to ever be able to see them clearly.'"
-Orson Scott Card
Xenocide

go to bed, megan.

I already thought that the moon was super.

You finally get to see what makes me happy

Hey kids, it's that time of year again! Time for me to shove my artwork in your face.

This post will have pictures of my sculptures as well as sculpting methods and glazes.

 

The head was sculpted around newspaper, and the rest was sculpted free hand
Body: Gold, Eyes: Tenmokue, Gears/Wheels: A purple color

Slab box with free hand pieces. Unfortunately I don't remember the glazes used for this one.

This entire piece was sculpted free hand and hollowed out after I was finished with the intended look.
As you can see, one of the talons broke off.
This happened in the process of glazing.
This is a White Crackle Raku glaze.

 

Obviously, this vase was thrown.
I didn't throw this one myself.
The black design was done in a Horsehair Raku process (which I did do).
This is my only low-fire piece and one of my absolute favorites.

 

This is a coil flower pot.
The jutting "rock formations" are free hand.
The texture was done by painting chunky slip over the whole thing.
The glaze is Jim Brown's Blue.



 

Well, that's it! I have more sculptures that will debut in some art show that I will probably announce at a later date. I am not currently in possession of them, otherwise I would post them. Sowwyy.

Thanks for checking my shtuff out. I love you. (sorry, too fast?)

song of the dayyyy

I'll be okay

One thing that I dislike

about the me that was with you 

is that I didn't want to make art. 

I only wanted to spend my time with you.

I guess that is part of the reason I felt so useless around you.

For if I am not creating something beautiful, 

what am I worth?

Late Night Ponder Sessions With Megan

Have you ever looked at someone and realized exactly what they are?
You see this person every single day and you just have a moment of pure epiphany
in which they reveal themselves to you.
Sometimes I see people and I marvel at how beautiful they are.
Or I am revolted at how horribly ugly they are.
It's almost like seeing right through someone. They are completely naked and you look at them
and you just know.
You know exactly what their soul looks like.
I'm sitting here at twelve in the morning thinking about something someone once said to me.
It was some girl I had met at a birthday party.
As I was leaving the party, she said, "I just want to thank you for being so genuine about who you are."
I honestly was stunned.
I wanted to fall on the ground bawling right in front of this girl that I had just met.
That is the single most cherished compliment I have ever received.
I don't even remember this girl's name.
And I wonder if other people see me the same way.
I try my best to be exactly who I am all of the time.
I'm not going to sit here and write lies, though.
Sometimes I slip up and pretend to be someone I'm not.
Don't we all?
It's my eighth grade self esteem issues resurfacing, ladies and gents.
But I'm being stupid because I care very little about what people think of me.
Once again I'm not here to lie, I obviously care a little.
I think that is part of human nature. I also don't think it is something to be ashamed of.
But it does intrigue me, how people see other people.
How we look at someone and have that sudden Aha! moment where we see someone's character in full light.
The way we judge someone based on appearance instead of action.
Isn't that interesting?
That people literally make split second decisions about other people and the way they live their lives simply by a glance.
It's quite as simple as saying, "I am going to like/dislike this person because ..."
There are many reasons I like people and many, many more that explain why I dislike them.
And I could sit here and waste my life away talking about how people interest me.
So I guess I'll just shut up now.
G'night.

See Ya

That's right folks, I am DONE.
Done with high school.
No more.
Ugh I am honestly so relieved.
It's weird saying goodbye to all of the people I've known these past years, but it's a happy weird.
I'll miss some of them: my darling friends, favorite teachers.
But other than that I am so happy to say goodbye to the hell hole that is high school.
It's been a good year and I am so happy to have met the people I did, because some of them are the people I hold most dear to my little heart.
My friends this year really helped me through and they are the greatest people ever.
I am kind of sad to leave some of my junior and sophomore friends behind, but since my brother is heading in as a sophomore, I know he'll take good care of them.
I've learned so much and I can't wait to take all of my knowledge and apply it to the real world.
It's insane how fast we've all grown up.
And while I'll spend the next year chilling on my brand new laptop (currently in use), I know most of my class is heading out to college in the fall.
Insane.
Good luck to those of you who are starting soon, and to those of you going up to Utah State at the Logan campus, see you in a year.
It's been real. Thank good gracious it's over.
Goodbyeeeeeeeeeee

Tales of a Retailer

I was at work yesterday and on Sundays we have a different clientele than normal.
I don't mind and actually think it's refreshing.
You get sick of all the rich white thirteen and fifty-year-olds, ya feel?
Yesterday particular a group of women walked in.
It was obvious that they were lesbians, and were probably shopping with friends as couples.
Personally I have no problem with this and it's actually a rather common occurrence where I work.
I don't see why anyone would have an issue, seeing as everyone needs clothing.
But then my coworker came up to me and said
"There are so many Mexicans and dykes is here right now."
For those of you who don't know what the word "dyke" means, essentially it is a derogatory term used to describe masculine lesbian women.
While these women were dressed in men's clothing and had short hair, i see no reason to use such a word as an insult.
I was extremely offended, especially since this isn't the first time I've seen something like this happen.
I am not a lesbian, but I don't see why it would matter if I was.
Why do people treat homosexuality like a plague?
Straight people can dress however they want, so why cant a woman cut her hair short and wear baggy pants all while liking women and get away with it?
It's not like they're judging me for wearing mom jeans and Harry Potter glasses.
I don't know about you, but I would never want anyone to make assumptions about me simply because I dress a certain way.
So why would I do it to other people?
The women that came in yesterday actually seemed like really lovely people, and I greeted and helped them the same as I would any other customer.
I don't care how you dress or what you look like, to me you're human.
Quit falling for labels. Stereotypes do not define a person.

song of the day (oldie, but I thought it fit my thoughts well.)