It's really hard to get upset over a crack in my windshield when it's as beautiful as this one.
Eva Walsko, my great grandmother. My attempts to start a cult based on her worship have been poorly received.
Aberrant Ceramics is the artwork of Aaron Nosheny, ceramic artist and potter in Tucson, Arizona.
I work in the medium of stoneware clay and make hand-built pottery, sculpture, hamsas, ornaments, masks, and a variety of other forms.
I’m a self-taught autistic artist working in my medium for over twenty years. I like monsters, insects, weird animals, body horror, folk horror, horror comedy, horror in general, Halloween decorations, fast food mascots, kitsch – all of these creep into my work, but there’s really no overarching theme.
I am in love with my medium. I love the process of frantically birthing clay monstrosities, subjecting them to an epic trial by fire, and sending them out into the world.
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Pikaia
Pikaia is a worm-like marine creature from the Burgess Shale. It has a notochord, so it was placed in our very own phylum Chordada(sic). Since pikaia is the earliest known chordate, it could our hallowed ancestor. Thus I present this entry as a form of ancestor worship. Let us get down on our knees and pray to our Great Grandmother Pikaia.
It's really hard to get upset over a crack in my windshield when it's as beautiful as this one.
Eva Walsko, my great grandmother. My attempts to start a cult based on her worship have been poorly received.
It's really hard to get upset over a crack in my windshield when it's as beautiful as this one.
Eva Walsko, my great grandmother. My attempts to start a cult based on her worship have been poorly received.
Tuesday, September 5, 2006
Megasquid and Snakebite
The outdoor, defective Megasquid is almost buried by this year's monsoons. I went outside to take pictures of it just after the sun went down. I was standing near it when I heard a buzzing sound under my flimsy Target sandal. I thought it was a large insect, but I had stepped on a small rattlesnake. I quickly moved away as soon as I noticed what it was. The snake retreated to a skeletal creosote bush, obviously very upset. I laughed at my brush with danger, although I don't think the small, scared reptile could have killed me. Going to work tomorrow at the Wretched Institution is much scarier to me than stepping on a snake. I was thinking that maybe it did bite me but I didn't feel it and now the poison is slowly working its way up my legs and torso to my brain. Any moment now I'll be dead. I see tiny fang marks on my foot, but I might be hallucinating them.
Megasquid buried up to its eyes
Megasquid buried up to its eyes
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