Postscript and prelude.
Friday was the day before
the day before
the first day
of fall.
Warm air covered like a casserole
by bright sun in a blue sky.
Every promise possible.
KC at sundown.
Falafel on 50th Street, then
walk to the big Plaza Show.
Country music on the main stage and
art and craft on display.
Fight the crowds.
Open society at its' finest.
Up the hill, past the fountain in the park.
Beer, whiskey, champagne.
Lemon bisque.
Pre show sleep.
Show day one.was hot and busy.
Pop art ceramic sold out by mid afternoon.
After - Straight to the BBQ.
Arthur Bryant's!
Had to detour around the Jazz hall area,
the street blocked for a celebration.
And the line at Bryant's - as always -
made me wonder why I go.
Tried the pork ribs for the first time.
Got the slaw, two slices white bread.
Cold beer in a pitcher - Budweiser.
Great food.
Day two rain out.
Brought all my paintings home.
Out of town like a shot.
Saw the same incredible Kansas sunset.
Followed traffic on the dark two lane.
Home early.
Next day.
Refire some work.
Adjust.
Stoneware platter
14" d.
A potter's mystery of calcium, copper and iron.
BELOW
Big Shoes came to her end.
Too much heat ache - and break.
Too much yearning.
So she's gone -
a ceremonial breaking
and purification.
Reincarnation in paint and board.
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"Big Shoes Moves On"
Ceramic sketch
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