I am feeling slightly schizophrenic these days. I go from working on scripts for the programs on the 1862 Dakota war (public radio) to mudding, to clearing, to gardening. As odd as it sounds, I am in heaven. Tonight we built a small fire and made s’more’s. Lorna (our daughter) has been here the past week helping out with various tasks, and we’ve gotten so much done. I mentioned to her my tendency to do tasks a bit like a puppy crossing a yard. I stop here, go there, jump back. But by the end of the day we had accomplished so much—it felt good.
Sunday was especially fun. We had finished the script for the hour long documentary, recorded the narration with Murray who came all the way from Rapid City to do this narration. He is Milt’s son—my stepson. We got the recording done early and then took a break for the rest of the day.
One of the long awaited projects we have wanted to do was get ready to put colored bottles above our sink and cob them in. I wanted blue so we cut a bunch of Bud Platinum blue beer bottles and one Sky Vodka. (No, we didn’t drink it all thanks to recycling bins), but we did have to stop once and drink a beer because we were short three bottles.)
Anyway, Lorna and I flattened out my sand pile so we could play with design. One design looked like a fish, one looked like a mess, and one looked like a beautiful blue bird with wings aloft. Naturally, we chose the bird. Then Milt cut a template/holder out of pink foam insulation (3 layers for insulation value), while Lorna and I cut all the bottles and then connected two bottles to each other using PVC pipe. This made long tubes with blue ends. Very cool. Then we shoved the bottles into the newly cut template and hoisted it above our window. Suddenly I had this glowing blue bird flying above my window. Wow.
Now I have to mix cob (mud/sand/straw mixture, very thick) and cob it in. Then I will blend it with the finish coat of the walls and it will look like it really belongs there.
Like I said, especially fun. I’ll take a picture and post it with this.
A couple of weeks ago after our straw bale workshop, I wrote about the value of community and having help and working together. This was what made Sunday especially sweet. We were working together on a sunny, beautiful day to accomplish something that was nothing short of art.
Just a note–I’ll probably be posting a lot about our house this summer since that is my focus. Japanese trowels, finish coat plaster, rocks embedded in mud behind my fireplace. Hope you enjoy this little journey into home as art with me. As always, subscribe below or send to friends you think might be interested.
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