Thirteenth Birthdays...

Wow, a small milestone in my household...my sweet boy, Jackson, turned 13. I know, I know, an adolescent boy with all that brings--voice cracking, inappropriate defiance only to be matched by unexpected hugs and need for affection, locked doors and growing up.

Sometimes it is hard for me to comprehend that I have had the oh so full time job as mother for 13 years--well 14 counting that long year of gestation. Challenging, inspiring, maddening..going from losing it one day to being amazed at the unit we have all become. And then pure sweetness and joy too.

In honor of this day, besides going to North beach to the classic US restaurant for fresh yum Italian food, invading the candy shop and then lurking around Coit tower at 11:30 pm-(as a friend pointed out--a ridiculously appropriate monument for a 13 y.o. boy!)  I am initiating a new tradition for celebrating. Since I usually rack my brain to get the right gift for my kids, and then am often met with disappointed or completely disinterested reactions upon opening, I am reaching for something more permanent and meaningful. And lo and behold, it happens to be something I can cook up in my own backyard, and something that I spend time doing everyday.

So I made a birthday plate that reflects the things that are important to jackson at this time in his life-
soccer, drawing, lego, kiki... I am planning on making one for both of my kids every year on their birthday--and since I am so bad at taking family pictures and videos--they will at least have an ongoing snapshot of a  particular time in their life. And as we know, pottery sticks around for thousands of years...so some remnants of this time in their lives will remain for a long long time to come, perhaps for future generations to ponder its significance.
In the meantime, it is all very significant to me...
Happy Birthday Jackson!

New Pieces headed to the Gardener

Getting ready to bring some new pieces over to the Gardener--for those unfamiliar-a terrific shop in San Francisco and Berkeley. They wanted some new Lazy Susans and cake stands--I love to look at a collection assembled and destined for new places...

However-not sure if Kiki will let me part with this one--it's kind of become her private wailing wall..she honestly chants into it....true religion.

Blackboard Green

I am a huge fan of green-in all of its hues--and there are so many of them. Sometimes, it is hard to imagine that all of these tones muted, neon- tinged with light and dark--all really do exist in nature and are not just conjured up by some crazed willy wonka of a candy maker--eager to poison our systems with some toxic green dye # 4.

My house is full of green-witness the walls and even the cabinets in my kitchen--a strong enough tone to cover the hundred years of paint layered onto these original farmhouse cupboards. We are lucky enough to be surrounded by green in our stand alone dairy farmhouse here in San Francisco-where the huge Monterey Cypress trees invade in such a peaceful way--and we are blocks from the verdant jewel of this city--Golden Gate Park. I can see the canopy of trees from outside our front door.

green, green and green...

in the dining room..in the bedroom....

 

I have contemplated many greens in my work over the years and have happily glazed away with light green, dark greens and a turquoisey green, but I have wanted more. After some experimentation, I have keyed into a green that speaks to me in a deep way. Bottle green, mottled green, the color of a crisp classic chalkboard. I just love it. Much to my delight, on a recent visit to the hauntingly terrific Luc Tuymans show at SFMOMA, I came face to face with my newly concocted green all over his work. As written by Helen Molesworth in the worthy catalogue from the show:

Tuymans paintings are shot through with the kind of subtle beauty one finds in seashells when the glow of the sun has diminished and the sheen of the water has dried. Their faded sumptuousness nonetheless elicits a kind of consummate chill. Sometimes called the 'Tuymans effect' this affect of beauty mixed with difficulty, coldness, restraint and distance has several sources. Tuyman's palette is muted beyond measure. His paintings are studies in a kind of monochrome in which colors are subjected to an excess of light, fading whatever intense hue might have once been present, leaving behind an indeterminate gray-blue-green-brown, the color of institutional hallways and old newspapers.

His work is haunting and deals with intensely serious subjects but is also aesthetically beautiful and so well crafted-it belies some of the sinister that lurks below it-

I also experienced this green when I was in Marfa, Texas last fall and walked through the fascinating installation from Czech artist- Ilya Kabakov----at Donald Judd's Chinati Foundation. Also dealing with a sobering subject of war and subjugation--the glare of the green chalkboards prevails.

So this is the new color in my palette paint box-its institutional but nature-lurking hue is historical, democratic and oh so rich.

The 24 hour Donut

There are lots of interesting places to eat in our neighborhood. I live in the Inner Sunset district in San Francisco-an oxymoron of course, because this is known as the foggy part of the city. But we have lots of amazing places to eat--all mostly Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese, Eritrean, Thai, Indian and the like. But we do have Donut World.
And I do love Donut World in all its open 24 hours glory. I have to confess that I have always loved donuts. Ever since my sisters wore the pink uniform at Duncan Donuts when they worked there in high school...on the East Coast. Well now you have your fancy donut shops of course, and I am a big fan of the cornmeal dusted rosemary jammed ones at Dynamo Donut on 24th st in the Mission. But there comes a time when a gal wants a classic 24 hour donut--and that's just what my sweet husband went down the street to forage for me tonight-and ahhh..bliss--had to add the french press coffee in my favorite ol' NY mug-(do any of you remember actually drinking out of the original paper greek coffee shop mugs back in New York City and enjoying it?) He and my daughter indulged in one of those giant chocolate covered custard wonders that you never know who really buys--like those apple fritters--right?

Love the bag-may have to put that sentiment on a plate soon....

Ready Made Magazine

I once again will sound my lament for magazines gone...but also get to sing the praises of a magazine that has been around for a while but is quietly being updated with beautiful photography and interesting features--ReadyMade. Started in Berkeley and now based out of Iowa (as it is part of the larger Meredith corporation now) RM is forging its way into the ever developing and combined world of food, craft, design and decor with pizazz and much talent.
I first was contacted by Amy Palanjian-the Deputy Editor, (the editor Andrew Wagner, some may remember from his excellent re-do of American Craft mag) a few years ago when she included my work in a blog she was working on. She got in touch again recently and excitedly proclaimed that she had a great article she was working on and wanted to include my work as its focus-- I packed up several pieces of tableware and sent it her way where their photographers put together a very cool collage of my work for the feature "Why its Worth it" in the April/May edition--Now Amy does this as a regular feature for RM--profiles something that is available at various price points--and offers up her argument as to why it is..or isn't..worth spending a bit more for something. This time she discusses tableware.
I really like this article--of course I like that fact that she focused on my work and phew(!)...decided it was worth spending more on handmade tableware, and in her words, "swoon-worthy"--love that...but I also like the way in which she builds her argument as well as the questions she submitted to me for my take on the whole subject.
Here are some excerpts from the piece--and you can go here for the full feature online: (the article in the magazine will soon be posted on my website under "News" as well)
www.readymade-digital.com/readymade/201005?pg=34

Here is some of the online content:
www.readymade.com/projects/article/why_its_worth_it_lisa_neimeth

RM: Why do think that’s important to support work like yours, and artists like yourself, especially in our current economy? 
Neimeth: You know, I think about this a lot because I will walk into bigger stores and see a great looking plate and am amazed at how little it costs. Now that serves a purpose for sure but it can also blunt our sense of craft. Yes, someone designed them, but they are being mass-produced likely in a factory paying little wages and packaging them as if they are “handcrafted”. It belies the amount of time and energy that artists are putting into their work and dilutes our sense of uniqueness. Everyone all over the world can own the same plate. And again, while affordability is a huge issue and it is important to produce things within many people’s budgets, it is also nice to derive pleasure from the discovery of something truly unique and original that is also supporting an individual artist and the idea that their work can be an heirloom.


It really is quite the concept in these recessionary days--we all have to watch our finances--yet we still, especially those of us--"collectors"--like to have certain things that are meaningful to us-And mind you, for me just finding a beautiful tumbleweed rolling in the desert in New Mexico and packing it into my suitcase (it can work!) is a huge thrill. That said, I love to eat off of a handmade plate--or push the food around in a big rustic bowl. I appreciate the work that goes into the craft of jewelers, chefs, boot makers (oh-yeah) as well as a finely crafted song or piece of writing. These are the things that can subtley enhance our day to day and lord knows--we all need that.
All in moderation of course and all in line with your wallets--
But as Amy says- a reminder of a person, a story, a time in your life--an heirloom--if you will, is a sacred thing. And too often these days we ignore the heirlooms and go for the quickie. Like the story I relayed in an earlier post about the woman I met who told me that holding one of my bowls with the images that spoke to her gave her great comfort and motivation, we all need to find that feeling where we can.

New Eating Bowls!

I love to eat out of bowls. I like the way my food co-mingles and picks up the poaching essences of all of the contents.. As I have said before, I create new sizes and pieces based on our own household needs.
 So it was time to enlarge the bowl! Enlarge the bowl I say!

So I have expanded the depth and size of my dessert bowls and created a roomy 9" cereal/soup bowl.
A client who also likes to eat out of bowls and likes to serve "healthy" portions requested a larger pasta bowl--- "Our family likes to eat a lot of pasta, really a lot" she told me. These 12" rimmed bowls are also great for entree salads and for those of you who prefer more petite portions--these bowls can also be used as small serving bowls.

But go ahead..load em' up and enjoy!

best bird

Well it has been a long time coming for this post..Kiki..my little love...little light in my day..
yes I adore my children..and then there is little Kiki, my parakeet. Well she is not technically mine..she is actually my granddaughter--- as my daughter Tess got her as a birthday gift--but as any of you moms know--any creature that comes into your house is truly your responsibility. so she is mine. and I love her. I love her to pieces as my dad used to like to tell my kids.

The kids love her too and are very protective of her--she basically has free reign in our house and flies about at her whim. This is her favorite chair in our living room
and this is where we keep her cage--in the middle of the action in the kitchen-she loves that.

She is a complete treat and has pretty much converted anyone who comes over into her little lair-
she is a love- she talks, she likes to hang out on my shoulder, she likes to share my lunch...she LOVES to share my wine--she prefers white wine..and she likes to take a bath in the palm of my hands--now that is sweet. I am utterly surprised about how much I love her--she and I spend a lot of time together and she is a huge inspiration--her coloring, her movement.

Lately she is all about sitting on  heads--perhaps this is a nesting thing--my hair is usually a bit mussed and this may feel like home to her-- here she is on Tess's....
these images have oft appeared in my work--bird on head...bird on plate..bird on table..bird on everything--

I love getting to know a real bird. I mean they seem so fragile and unapproachable out in the wild-but when you connect with one--and I think they mate for life- it is a special thing.