What that means is that naive lil Tim and Ivy were fearful when we first landed here that we wouldn't have enough banana plants. Weyllll...About two years into living here we had our first experience with having racks of bananas forming simultaneously outside of each window, of every room. (Yeah, we were also concerned we wouldn't see enough bananas on a daily basis from inside of our house.)
Alas, this happened: Racks of bananas hundreds deep were constantly ripening outside of our windows and needing to be picked when we hadn't yet finished, or given away, the two (or sometimes three) racks we already had hanging up in our patio.
Banana bread was made in every kind of way, with extra cinnamon, with nuts and without nuts. We started calling our neighbors, who happily took a bunch here or there, but were soon calling us too, wondering if we wanted bananas.
It all culminated one night. I was up, writing late into the wee hours. Pandora stopped playing, asking me if I was still listening, but I ignored it. I was deep into what I was doing. Then, I heard a noise. It sounded like someone was thumping around on the patio. I did a mental check of our households residents. Tim was asleep. The dogs were in the back yard, and the cat was on the couch next to me, with one eye open with her ears perked in the direction of the patio. So that WAS something! There was another thunk, right then, near the front door this time! Oh crap! Someone was breaking in! The cat leaped up and so did I. She ran behind the couch. I vacillated between getting Tim and grabbing my cleaver. Another thunk! Oh geez! There wasn't much time to think! Tim would be groggy. Another subtle bang against the door. Agh! My adrenalin pumped. Ok then! Cleaver! Go!
Knife in hand I stalked the front door, thankful that the lights were mostly all off, -as I had practically been writing in the dark. There was another thunk, and another that shook the glass of the window next to the door now. Oh no! Shoot, I thought, I'm seriously going to have to stab someone! Wait. No. I'll just gash their leg! A good medic could fix that in the back of the ambulance on their way to jail! Another deep thunk resounded directly on the other side of the door. Omg! They're gonna crow bar it open! Or something! There was another gush of adrenalin then. This is it! Gotta do it! I turned the lock and wrenched the door wide, my cleaver making a downward strike ready to get its knee cap, but... What? I looked around. There wasn't anybody there...
It took me a minute to notice the bananas. The splattered black gushy bananas, all over the floor and sticking up from inside a couple of our shoes. At first I was confused. Then quickly, ohhhhhh. I looked up at where the rack hung, limp and listing to the side where ripe bananas were tearing away from their skin.
And so, anyway, there you have it; bananageddon. Someone could get hurt.
And even were it not by my cleaver, there's still the gallon bags of frozen bananas taking out your toes whenever you open up the freezer.
And now, while we still experience bananageddon, (-oh, it'll never end.) our mageddons have compiled.
As of Monday we have entered seamlessly into what I can only call Soursopmageddon. We have one Soursop tree, but for some reason she decided that this was the year and went ahead and said yeah, lets do the full 30 that my little branches can carry. And now, she's totally leaning to the right.
See it? :) Crazy tree.
Here are her fruit picts.
See the density?
Dude, 30 soursops. All due to ripen within a month and a half. The other day Tim and I happened to be on the patio when one fell off the tree. It sounded huge crashing down, like a poison darted monkey. Alas, no mageddon is docile.
Yep guys, we're eating them, juicing them, smoothying them. And really by naming it a mageddon, I'm not actually complaining. Unlike bananageddon, I'm thinking this will be a once a year type of geddon, which is a lot more manageable to my mind, and besides I have a ton of friends and neighbors who will happily catch all the extras for us. In fact, this one goes to Natalie n Brian tomorrow. (Thank you!)
I just think it's funny. I'm about to be bombarded by Soursops!
We've already got a fruit and a half chilling (for ourselves) in the fridge.
Yeah, watch out (vague theoretical idea of far far future) cancer! You're about to be hit with antioxidants for days! Bam!
And now, other random picts from outside today. <- Nanageddon EEK!!
Hi, this is Tim.
I wanted to write a posting today letting you all in on what I've been up to lately. Many of you have come around asking about my pottery (which I use to sell at the farmer's market) and now sell in some of our local Big Island Art Galleries.
First off, Thank you! To all of you who have seen my work, supported my art and come back to our booth looking for it. Currently I just finished lending a hand to a good friend and fantastic ceramic artist on the Big Island: Clayton Amemiya. Many of you are familiar with his work and may have seen his work anywhere from Local Art Galleries, Museums, you may recognize him from a short documentary filmed about him last year in April which aired on Hawaiian Airline Flights, or perhaps seen his work in Books related to Wood Fired Pottery like "Wood Fired Ceramics : 100 Contemporary Artists".
I have had the pleasure of working with him, learning the art of Wood Fired "Anagama" Pottery, and helping out with the firing of his 100 hour+ firing.
Here is the inside of his kiln about 2 days before his latest February firing started. Nearly fully loaded and organized.
As I mentioned above, Clayton usually fires his kiln for 100+ hours. The fire has an insatiable appetite for wood, so the dedication needed is remarkable and the wood piles can be towering. He has a team of experienced close friends and family members who each take a shift with the fire to ensure everyone can get some rest, but even still, it is an exhaustive process.
After the kiln reaches temperature and he feels there is the proper amount of ash build up on the pieces, Clayton will give the kiln one final stoking and then seal up the front of the kiln. It takes about 5 days for the kiln to cool. It is a slow process that helps to vitrify the clay and enrich the colors that were deposited on each piece during the firing. For a potter, the kiln opening can't describe better than it is like Christmas to a child, like seeing a loved one after an extended time apart, the summit peak to a mountaineer, like wine to a wino or a buffet to a glutton; it is extremely exciting!
The effects were wonderful! Pots dripping with heavy ash deposits, bowls and cups shadowed by the dance of the flame. As much thought and care that goes into stacking a kiln is never enough to predict results, in the end, you must hand your pieces over to the fire for her to dress them as she sees fit.
Here are a few of my pieces that came out of this last firing:
To see more on Clayton and his process, Just Google "Clayton Amemiya"
As for me and my work, I'll be a constant presence in the galleries around the island from here on out, and I plan to work outward from there. Thank you again for expressing an interest in seeing my new pieces. Come see me in person at the Hilo farmers market Wednesdays and Saturdays 7am to 4 and I can direct you to One Gallery; they carry my work and are within walking distance of our booth!
(The scull was a gift from our dear friends Catherine and Seth. Love you guys!)
Yeah, I think it's time to make strides to play with giants again soon.
Happy art to everyone!
I get asked all the time how I started into miniatures, and honestly, I'm not exactly sure how it came about. I've been making tiny things for as long as I can remember. Now, as far as how I started doing miniature paintings for necklaces, it all started a few years ago when I decided to sell my art at our local markets. My first idea was to return to making fairies. I've made fairies and sold them at markets in the past, and did quite well.
So I set about making a few and found out that though I still loved the process, there was no way I could make enough for this to be a sustainable business plan.
The fairies took hours to make and were extremely labor intensive -until it came time to paint their faces, which I absolutely loved.
Hmmm, I started to have an idea. The fairies I'd completed went onto a shelf (to watch) as I pulled out the watercolors and the paper. Two hours later I sat up and had this! And our company was born!
Thousands of paintings later, and I've returned to fairies. Only now they're smaller than "lifesize". Inspired by the size of the fairies that I've painted for my pendants.
Each of these little guys are 10 to 15mm. Ridiculously small and insanity to make.
I'll do another post soon, with the the third tiny fairy and her mermaid friends!
I'm in the chair most days it isn't raining.
Safe to say, if the sun's coming through that window, I am, or have been, in the zone.
We wanted to let everyone know that Small Scale Magic just got it's own Facebook page, so be sure to check it out! If you "Like" us on Facebook you will be able to follow us and see just what we're up to. This will also be the spot that we alert everyone of our upcoming holiday giveaways that will begin in November.
We are very excited to have just added a few new designs! Check out the Fairy in the Mushroom patch, Dragon and Unicorn which are all in our "Mystical" collection, the 3 hummingbirds in our "Hummingbirds" collection, and my personal favorite, the Rainbow fish in our "Oceanic" Series. Super excited about these new additions, and we're looking forward to even more designs being added before to long. Keep Checking back! Aloha to all of you and your families.