American Flags

American flags. That’s what I made this week. I began making them years ago when our oldest son graduated from the Coast Guard Academy. I pointed out to him that I did not relish hearing about 64 foot waves, but that I was proud of his search and rescue work. Then I made a stoneware flag for a neighbor, a military physician, when he was promoted, which began a wider call for Kahoka flags. However, I still make only six or eight flags a year. It does not take many of them to meet my quota for straight lines, measuring, and counting. While I always count the stripes, I admit that I never count the stars but simply fill up the blue space. It a privilege to create such a significant icon out of clay, and I do so with respect. On the other hand, it is the meaning of the symbol that matters, along with its care, rather than precise replication. A neighbor took a picture of a Kahoka flag in the White house; I was pleased, but I had no need to go see it there. The only time I toured the White house, I saw JFK. (Wow, that really dates me!) 

Now if you want to own one of these somewhat limited American flags then head on over to OASIS Fine Art & Craft or to Lost River Artisan Cooperative. They will be more than happy to assist you in your purchase.

Arctium Lappamay?

I found this year’s first haul of burdock leaves along the driveway where we recycle our non-compostables. I got some odd looks from drivers of big trucks as they drove by me merrily clipping the weedy leaves with my husband’s Leatherman.  Arctium lappamay may be maligned in the books as a “troublesome weed,” and it lacks any American botanical market or cultivation potential – although some Brits and Europeans make tea with the roots. It casts burrs (hence the name) that tangle into any passing animal’s fur, and is about as unpopular a plant as one can find. But those lovely, dark green leaves are big and leathery, and their beautiful veining makes incise fascinating ridges when pressed into my clay.

I made a dozen great platters, bowls and pots with my gleanings from the recycling center! Soon the burdocks will practically come to me in several places along our lane and then in the deeply shaded roots of a huge old maple beside the creek. I aim for the patience to let those leaves grow hefty and great. A weed may merely be a plant out of place, but I know where the burdock can find love.

Searching for something to do in July? Come and visit me at the Art on Cullers Run 2014 event.