I'm currently working on a proposal to do a piece which explores my 6x great grandfather, George Schlosser. He is mentioned in a letter from John Adams to Samuel Chase, 9 July 1776. "To Samuel Chase Philadelphia July 9. 1776 Dear sir, Yours of the 5th came to me the 8th. You will see by this Post, that the River is past and the Bridge cutt away. The Declaration was yesterday published and proclaimed from that awfull Stage, in the State house Yard, by whom do you think? By the Committee of Safety,! the Committee of Inspection, and a great Crowd of People. Three cheers rended the Welkin. The Battallions paraded on the common, and gave Us the Feu de Joy, notwithstanding the Scarcity of Powder. The Bells rung all Day, and almost all night. Even the Chimers, Chimed away. The Election for the City was carried on amidst all this Lurry, with the Utmost Decency, and order. Who are chosen I cant Say; but the List was Franklin, Writtenhouse, Owen Biddle, Cannon, Schlosser, Mattlack and Khull. Thus you See the Effect of Men of Fortune acting against the Sense of the People." I want to highlight how Schlosser's support for the patriot cause was a high-stakes wager—merchants faced trade losses, ruin, or even death—acknowledging responsibility of the gamble and cost was as a wealthy merchant.
Paul Brown Museum Acquistion
"Quiet Dragon" Now in Permanent Collection
First Year Ceramic Ignorance Bliss
The Canton Museum of Art - Art Inspires Gala
First Time going to NCECA
Hey Hey Hey
testing 2
From 2003 to roughly 2012 I kept a blog called Joybucket. I loved blogging and met so many nice people from all over the world. Slowly, Instagram and Facebook started taking up my time and I stopped blogging which was a shame. I traded quality content for instant gratification and quantity. Instead of a steady healthy diet feeding my mind I stuffed my eyeballs with GMO sugary snack nuggets that stained my fingers and all that they touched. Insta & Facebook are addictive brain junk food when the real meat, the real, fulfilling, nourishing, brain food is the forgotten exercise of the blog. This is my attempt at discipline. This is my go at dusting of the cobwebs and reuniting with old neurons. I think I smell ozone. Cat photo for attention.