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ceramics, 2011 / Pottery Thursday, 2011

Comenzaron mis clases de cerámica así que también recomienza el posteo de los jueves de cerámica. I started pottery classes therefore also restarted posting on Pottery Thursday.

These pieces were returned today, 4 sources of about 16 inches, 600 grams of pasta each. Were These trim pieces today, 4 bowls of about 16 centimeters, 600 grams clay each.

Source Turned now about 44 centimeters in diameter and 5 kilos of pasta. Plate throwed today about 44 centimeters in diameter and 5 kilos clay.

This may sound silly but I made a few changes in my signature and I like it better than the old. This May sound silly But Some Small Changes I made in my signature and I like it Better Than the old.

Week Before Periodand High Cervix

more technical things / Technical stuff again

creative Nothing to add, I've only worked on the mechanism for the rollers with a gear motor and a recycling of an old printer. Nothing creative to add, I've only work on the Mechanism for the rollers with a motor and a gear recycled from an old printer.

Unlike double pulley was machined bronze if for this project. On The Contrary the double pulley is new and It Was Turned in brass for this project.

More Sensitive During Menstruation

Some memories / Some memories

found this apron ordering my stuff to move. This embroidery is full of fond memories, the apron is used in eighth grade in school. Although it cost him was embroidered by my mother, seeing how hesitant the stitch is very hard to imagine that she made yarns and fabrics in the form of living. Every day I run into these little details that bring back memories of all those years of living with my mom. On one side are fond memories for another sad as it is not. I found this apron packing my stuff to move. This embroidery is full of warm memories, is the apron I Wore in eighth grade in school. Although It Was It Was hard to her embroidered by my mother, seeing how the stitch is hesitant it is very hard to Imagine That she made from yarns and fabrics to the way of living. Day by day I run into These little details which bring me memories about all these years of living with my mother. On one side these are warm memories, on another it is sad as she is not here anymore.