sold - one of a kind 'bloodstream dust' desert & ocean piece
sold - one of a kind 'bloodstream dust' desert & ocean piece
sold - one of a kind 'bloodstream dust' desert & ocean piece
sold - one of a kind 'bloodstream dust' desert & ocean piece
sold - one of a kind 'bloodstream dust' desert & ocean piece
sold - one of a kind 'bloodstream dust' desert & ocean piece
sold - one of a kind 'bloodstream dust' desert & ocean piece

sold - one of a kind 'bloodstream dust' desert & ocean piece

Regular price $185.00

each & every piece of these wall hangings are cut, cleaned, sanded, designed, fired twice, & glazed by hand. the moon, desert & sea pieces are all fairly chunky & glazed with beautiful, full range colors; some with crackles, some with speckles & all unique. they are strung on strong leather cord, or waxed linen & cotton cord & come ready to hang.  these pieces range in length from 8-18".  all of my glazes are non-toxic. some ocean pieces have collected california beach driftwood added as well.  

perfect for your art wall, office, door, nursery, garden nook, reading library, or any other room needing some lovely wall work! these are in my studio & ready to ship.

my moon, desert & ocean series is an ongoing exploration of my love for our oceans, the constellations, solar system, & our place in these mysterious wonders of our world. this piece is inspired by these quotes:

“We passed the great arid deserts of the West, driving through canyons and beneath rocky outcroppings and over great crevasses. We drove through the Mojave Desert, Owens Valley and Death Valley, and the dust entered our bloodstream and flowed through to every part of our body. The West was both eerie and breathtakingly beautiful, and we wanted to live there forever.”
― Karl Wiggins

“Somehow one feels unfettered by any of the harsh, restricting influences of human existence as we live it these days. There are no buildings, no roads, no street lights, no artificial or even natural noises, no hustle and bustle, no need for anyone to shout or to have money or to pretend about anything; those human beings who are with you are probably fairly well known to you, and are there for the same reason that you are—they know the dangers and delights of solitude just the same as you do, and they will react to the unblemished and staggering loveliness of a huge expanse of desert sky, deep blue by day and of a marvellous purple at night sprinkled haphazardly with hundreds and thousands of stars silently lighting up that great canopy of night-time that drifts down with the close of day. I personally think I know of nothing more restorative than lying on the soft sand—cool now after the retirement of the day’s sun— and just staring at the miracle of such a sky. And then you fall asleep, rolled up in a sleeping bag against the considerable fall in temperature as the night goes on, perhaps waking an hour or two before dawn for just long enough to notice that those little stars are still there—as bright as ever—and do not even look as though they are getting ready to be extinguished by the advent of another day. It is a lovely, comforting feeling when the world around you is quite still; and there is no sound anywhere to penetrate the delightful peace that surrounds you. When the dawn comes, and the stars have all gone away, there is something sharp and exhilarating about the smell in the air. It is fresh and clean and tantalisingly different to the atmosphere which will pervade the day once the sun has come up over the distant horizon. Then there will be no escape from its merciless and desiccating heat, which drains you of energy and leaves you burned and incapable of any prolonged activity. And the bright reflection of the sun off the light-coloured sand can be piercing and painful to the eyes. There is probably not even a tiny breeze to move that sullen, sultry air, and there can be no relief from its effects until once more, and inevitably, the great ball of fire that is the sun will slide slowly below the land and allow it to grow cool." ― David Lloyd Owen, The Long Range Desert Group 1940-1945: Providence Their Guide