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Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008 |
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Basic Life Impressions: - I started tile work as a small boy and started an apprenticeship and became a master at an early age. My work was considered art. - I was arrogant and I had earned the right to be arrogant and proud of the projects that I created. - By the time I was on my own as a master, I had a team of workers/apprentices. I would show them how to do different stages of a project and I would work alongside them to make sure they did the work right. They had to learn by doing it themselves, even if that meant removing their mistakes and starting over. They learned on paying projects that needed to be completed. They had to learn that the goal of perfection was important to their reputation as well as mine. The customers demanded the best and I was the best, or at least I wanted to be considered the best. - Working with ceramics, stone, and marble all seem familiar. When working with the modern wet saw for cutting tile, I realized that in Rome I had a tool similar except it wasn't made of plastic and metal. The cutter we had did use water to help make the cuts. And our other tools were not made of plastic but leather in some cases. It was always very important to keep ones tools clean since they were sometimes hard to come by. Some tiles had to be carefully cut with a chisel. - I often wore a simple white tunica to work in. It was very comfortable. - Death. My death was caused by a kiln blowing up. A friend thought it was a bakery oven, but that never set right with me, and then this surfaced while setting tiles for the first time during this current life. Also while in ceramics class, I refused to load or unload the kiln. The impressions around my death are that something was put in the oven to make it blow up on purpose. I keep thinking a certain kind of stone that blows up when placed in fire. Also if pottery is done incorrectly, it will also shatter. When this happened, I was scheduled to do work for two rivals. The man whose project was second in line was mad that his was not before the other man, whom he was in some kind of social competition with. Unknown if they were responsible or not. It may or may have not been an accident. |