Yesterday five of my Little Owls sold from my website http://annakeiller.com/portfolio/birds/owls-pheasants/
This was a nice surprise. They’re going to Bristol.
But I guess I’d better start making some more…
My Little owl sculptures are smoke fired, and only the eyes are glazed.
If you live far away from Hastings, or abroad, and would like some Little Owls or other goodies from my website flown over, then don’t hesitate to let me know. I’m pretty good at wrapping!
The studio sale is now finished; and it has been a great success. These are some of the torsos that sold during the last few weeks
Berry, smoke fired ceramic torso
A couple bought ‘Mermaid with Seahorses’ as a birthday gift for their daughter
‘Blue Mermaid’ was bought as a gift for somebody’s boy friend. They all have hooks as the back so that they can be hung on the wall straight away. They are very light, they only weigh between 1 and 2 kilos.
This Forest inspired Goddess went to a couple who thought it reminded them of the jungles of Borneo. The red colouring is caused by copper oxide that has been reduced in the smoke firing and returned to its original colour.
A couple of Fat Birds, in this case cockerels, found a new home
as did these fine pheasants.
I am busy updating my website with new sculptures. This is a link to the torso page. http://annakeiller.com/portfolio/torsos/
If you would like to commission a sculpture, I look forward to hearing from you! This is a link to my commission page http://annakeiller.com/commissions/
I’m now running One to One and One to Two ceramic workshops from my pottery studio in Dudley Road, Hastings.
If you would like to create a special item; be it a christening bowl for a new member of the family, a memorial plaque or an ashes casket for a funeral, an exuberant sculpture for a wedding – I can help you catch that elusive idea and turn it into an artwork you will be proud of.
Perhaps you like Rhinos…
Please email me at studio at annakeiller.com or have a look at my website, where I will be updating new ceramic workshop dates shortly. My mobile number is 07722171818 if you would like to discuss a potential project.
Because they bought four ceramic sculptures there and then….
Rather a nice surprise. Their gallery is in Groningen www.mooi-man.nl
I am sure that everyone has their own interpretation of Dylan Thomas’s wonderful poem, ‘The Force that through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower’.
This is mine; a totem pole or story board; ‘Gaia’.
The poem kept me awake for many nights (and days!); dreaming, journeying, searching for a way to join the poet in celebrating and honouring our roots; the Green Fuse that drives our existence.
I chose to focus on the theme of interconnectedness. Through our collective unconsciousness, dreams and myths can enter ordinary reality. I decided to make physical some of my personal dreams and visions.
I sometimes encounter whales in my dreams, and just like the Cheshire cat they often leave traces behind. So I decided to include them in my totem pole along with the hands of Gaia, the Earth Goddess, giving and taking life.
The badger is a very real little creature; fat and grubby, sporting enormous claws all the better to unearth sweet corn and carrots; she lives in my garden and I call her Maggot.
This is a link to the poem
My totem pole is almost finished and this is the top sphere – a smoke fired globe with whales and water
I have only used metal oxides to colour the clay
I used manganese, red iron and cobalt oxide – the smoke did the rest!
My inspiration for the sculpture is Dylan Thomas’s poem ‘The green fuse’ I wrote about it in an earlier post http://annakeiller.wordpress.com/2012/02/20/the-green-fuse/.
I have written about Mindy in the past and how she wormed her way into our household…And I have some sad news.
But first a re-cap;
Mindy observed how my FatCat Skittle organised his creature comforts:
I tolerate this because she has impeccable manners. She never shouts or hassles me for anything. She very rarely craps indoors.
Skittle of course is delighted! He will sit next to her while she finishes off his dismal leftovers. And the moment she has walked out he gives me a meaningful look; OK, tin-opener you, time to top up my plate!
The Skittle cat and I have an arrangement; an empty bowl means a guaranteed top-up of fresh tasty morsels – but a bowl of cat food with the jelly licked off means hours of arguments… Agony for the both of us, really.
Mindy has raised several new gull generations on my roof, but this winter she broke her leg.I’m not sure if the tag she was fitted with by some do-gooder is to blame. But the upshot is that she has lost her mate and he has taken up with someone else…and poor Mindy is a rather sad little girl hobbling around my garden while her erstwhile partner and his new bird large it up on my roof.
I was busy in my studio today working on a new sculpture project when I heard her flat footed patter in the hall
She had broken in through my balcony door
She follows me through the house like a tame chicken.
But she is not a chicken, she is wild and free, riding the waves and chasing the clouds! She is a Dover White Eagle, a creature meant to soar and swoop!
And all this is going through my head when she just stares up at me and says; shut up and love me! Love me and feed me and talk to me. Tickle the feathers on my head and allow me to visit you freely.
And I will. I shall feed her cat food and I shall treat her like the pet she obviously wants to be.
What do I know.
I watched a detective series from the mid 70′s called Murder She Wrote the other day and I must admit it blew my mind. The main character is a middle aged, middle class white American lady with the steely eyed determination of a reptile and the gentle charm of a pigeon.
The series is just far enough removed from my everyday life ( I am a middle aged, middle class white woman living in Britain in 2012) to reveal a caricature mirror image of every day life. Watching an episode is akin to entering the House of Mirrors in a fun fair – you know the one where all the mirrors reflect back different images. But in the House of Mirrors you are aware that the mirrors are skewered and that it’s all a game, really. Watching Murder She Wrote 40 years after it was made, the society and the values portrayed there seem almost absurd. The sense of absurdness is intensified by the absolute, straight faced conviction of the actors.
It made me think that reality is like an onion in that there are so many different layers and each layer is a definite entity with it’s own particular set of rules. I think that each layer pretty much live in isolation and ignorance of the surrounding layers. Each layer is convinced it is the true onion, their reality the only reality. The dividing factors can be time, geography, religion, or level of consciousness.
I live in 2012, in a small town in England. I live in a country where some people are millionaires and others sleep rough, a country where many can’t afford to feed their children. I live in a country at war with a large proportion of the Muslim world because officially the British government say they object to innocent people being killed and harassed. I live in a world where materialism is the new God and the ruling church is led by males who side with the rich against the poor. I live in a society where we are encouraged to seek to meet the Divine only through intermediaries.
I must admit that very little makes any sense to me. I don’t understand much of what is going on in the world, but I have got one area where I thrive and that is exploring what Carl Jung named the collective unconsciousness. He devised a method called active imagination allowing for constructive meetings with the archetypes inside us all. This method is built on an ancient Shamanic tradition of going into an altered state of consciousness to journey outside time and space into non-ordinary reality . I view it as a way to slide and glide like Alice between the many layers of the onion in the strange funfair of life. Carl Jung brought Shamanic techniques into the light of the scientific world and he called it Psychoanalysis. Again, why use intermediaries?
I can’t say that I have found a lot of answers through Shamanic Journeying, but I have found that my questions shift emphasis and a lot of anger and pain is transformed into a sense of detached wonder. And it does make me appreciate just how transient any culture or ideology really is.
For those interested in Carl Jung and his link with shamanism I can recommend his autobiography ‘ Memories, dreams, reflections’ . The Red Book is also a (very expensive) delight.
To find out more about Shamanism in modern society I think Michael Harner’s ‘ The way of the Shaman ‘ is good, and for a do-it-yourself book of journey techniques I would recommend Sandra Ingerman’s ‘Shamanic Journeying’, a beginners guide.
Faith Nolton is a visionary painter I have a huge respect for. You can catch her here
The picture on top is of a sculpture called ‘The Abduction’. I based it on an old Swedish fairytale about a young girl who was abducted by the fairies. To see more of my work, please go to www.annakeiller.com
Another torso sold this week; it is rather nice as I am making a lot of new work and I need the space!
So I have decided to have a mini sale of ceramic torso sculptures; if you fancy any of these on your wall then please let me know.
They’re all £270, and that does not include transport.
I will upload a few more in the next coming days.
To see more of my ceramic torsos, please go here