I couldn’t resist taking a picture of my own bowl and breakfast the other morning: cantaloupe and matching stripes. I made the bowl, but it’s actually my husband’s bowl. I’m the unusual studio potter who doesn’t have a lot of my own pots in our all-handmade-pots kitchen. There are only two actually, this bowl and a white and red striped plate that’s a ‘third’ (not even a ‘second’), which I love to use. For the most part, I live with my work all day, most everyday in my studio, so the last thing I want to see when I’m not working is my own work. I have this sense that I would spend my meals critiquing my pots (why many potters smartly use their pots in the first place) instead of relaxing. I spend eight or so hours a day evaluating my pots’ form and function, so am happy to unwind by using other people’s pots —like the Tyler Gulden plate above— during my ‘off’ hours. So, like I said, the bowl is mostly my hubby’s. He saw it in my studio and claimed it, for ice cream.
He and I met ten years ago at the Worcester Center for Crafts where as an Artist-In-Residence I gave a slide lecture (with actual slides) and he attended as a student in the furniture/woodworking program. We began talking because he liked my work and we have similar influences. Of course, we’ve been together ever since, and while he is now a full-time preparator/exhibitions carpenter at the Worcester Art Museum and only able to make work part-time, we continue to share ideas and have informal critiques of each others’ work.
Last October was our five-year wedding anniversary, the Wood Anniversary if you follow such things, and though we would normally pay this no mind, he’s a woodworker and I’m married to a woodworker, so for love and fun, it just couldn’t be ignored. The Ginger Jar above was his gift to me. (He received a walnut-inlayed watch I scored on Ebay.) He’s a consummate maker, and I don’t feel the slightest bit biased in saying so. You will hear it here first when he opens his own Etsy shop, so stay tuned for fabulous, slightly mod objects and furniture with historical influence from my talented, darling hubby Trevor Toney! Check out the couple shots below of his mitering and carving process for my jar. Clay has nothing on wood for complexity…and math.
By the way, the jar ‘works’ beautifully. It’s personalized function is a bedside holder for my earplugs. (I’m a super light sleeper.) I like how the opened lid, which reveals the sublime tangerine orange that continues inside, with earplugs in place and shadowed flange look incidentally like a smile.