making large platter, cathy kiffney ceramics |
day to day in the studio
Hello and welcome!
Friday, January 24, 2014
The Reveal
After using that ancient ceramic technique, here's what I got. Much more carving and painting to go, but it's a good start.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Stomping, a very specialized clay technique
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Squirrel Love
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
New Commission! and Merlin and Willow
In the mail today, must start ASAP, Due March 15, yikes~ but
Mayo Clinic, art commission
Dear Cathy,
We are ready to move forward with a commission for Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN. Everyone is excited about this project and delighted you have agreed to accept this opportunity to create a series of ceramic platters and mural for its new Baldwin Building...
This picture has absolutely nothing to do with this, but I love it!
Willow the barn owl and Merlin the lurcher are often seen traveling together in North Wales.
Mayo Clinic, art commission
Dear Cathy,
We are ready to move forward with a commission for Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN. Everyone is excited about this project and delighted you have agreed to accept this opportunity to create a series of ceramic platters and mural for its new Baldwin Building...
This picture has absolutely nothing to do with this, but I love it!
Willow the barn owl and Merlin the lurcher are often seen traveling together in North Wales. |
Willow the barn owl and Merlin the lurcher are often seen traveling together in North Wales.
Monday, January 20, 2014
Out with the old
In with the new.
It's time to retire some of these sad, old brushes. They are like old friends so I keep them because they make special marks that only they can make. The new brushes take a while to get to know! Let's see how the perform on the new birds.
It's time to retire some of these sad, old brushes. They are like old friends so I keep them because they make special marks that only they can make. The new brushes take a while to get to know! Let's see how the perform on the new birds.
Friday, January 17, 2014
The first birds of 2014
The first birds of 2014. Ever evolving, I like to do drawings and think about new designs and surfaces and play around with it a little bit. I'm excited about this new series! Still thinking about the surface/colors/textures....
cathy kiffney studio |
cathy kiffney studio |
cathy kiffney studio |
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Big Magnolia and Sunny Sky
Yesterday we woke to a very damp, dark day. Got busy on the magnolia commission with my head down all day. Late in the day finishing up the the sun came out just when I was finishing up the flower. Seemed appropriate. :)
Cathy Kiffney, ceramic magnolia blossom. |
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Big Magnolia
I first made this flower blossom series in 1995 because of a request/commission from the NC Writers Network. They wanted an award plaque to give to the inductees into the NC Literary Hall of Fame. I came up the the idea of a southern magnolia. I made about 9 of them and cringe to think what I got paid for them!
This magnolia will be much larger, about 14x14", a commission for Wake Hospice.
This magnolia will be much larger, about 14x14", a commission for Wake Hospice.
Cathy Kiffney STudio |
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Glolden Bird
Friday, January 10, 2014
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Friday, January 3, 2014
Snuggle up with a little owl
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Snakes, moths and flowers
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
The Journey Ahead
Happy New Year!
I looked up and there it was
among the green branches of the pitch pines—
thick bird,
a ruffle of fire trailing over the shoulders and down the back—
color of copper, iron, bronze—
lighting up the dark branches of the pine.
What misery to be afraid of death.
What wretchedness, to believe only in what can be proven.
When I made a little sound
it looked at me, then it looked past me.
Then it rose, the wings enormous and opulent,
and, as I said, wreathed in fire.-- Mary Oliver
Cathy Kiffney, ceramic |
among the green branches of the pitch pines—
thick bird,
a ruffle of fire trailing over the shoulders and down the back—
color of copper, iron, bronze—
lighting up the dark branches of the pine.
What misery to be afraid of death.
What wretchedness, to believe only in what can be proven.
When I made a little sound
it looked at me, then it looked past me.
Then it rose, the wings enormous and opulent,
and, as I said, wreathed in fire.-- Mary Oliver
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