Good of you to pop in.
Friday’s blog a private peek, right? Well, today I wanted to give you an update on my potty pottery antics….
You know I’ve been going to a pottery class on Wednesday afternoons, to stop myself going potty? The theme for this term is cups, mugs and beakers (although I think Eunice the teacher added beakers as an after thought- just in case some of us didn’t master the handles!)
I showed you my first attempt at rolling the clay a while ago when I made these 3 mugs. The object of the exercise was to make a set – in other words make 3 mugs that look as though they belong together. I reckon I nailed that task, Mr Sugar! Although I was a bit concerned about leakage around the funky seal at the base. This is where design overrides practicality!
Next we had to apply the glaze…I went with a combination of white and copper oxide. Just thought the oxide might give the pattern on the mugs a distressed look. Then they had to go back in the kiln,, and it was time to wait.
Woke up on Wednesday morning and was already excited about how my mugs might turn out.
I kid you not, I was SO SO SO chuffed. I can’t remember the last time I got so stoked about anything I have made!
Check these out!
You know I’m always going on about predictable art versus unpredictable art? Well, pottery art has to be the most unpredictable of all – especially when you have absolutely no prior knowledge! I had no idea what to expect. But the joy when I saw my little mugs on the shelf ! And Eunice grinning at me, because she KNEW I would be over the moon! I couldn’t wait to serve Dave a cuppa in his new mug! (But I did have to tell him to let go of the base, that the handles DO work!)
And it’s just like what WE do, like cardmaking and papercraft. Once you experience a modicum of success, then it fires you up, spurs you on to do something else.
So. I found my half finished coil pot, which I had started the week before with the shitty brown clay. Crank it’s called.
A Cranky Pot made by a Potty Crank.
And I learned how to start coming back inwards – one coil at a time!
My friend Magda decided to persevere with her boat. She got a bit despondent because it went all floppy and her arm started aching (My word Gray!! Steady !!!) so I power rolled some coils for her, because I’m quite good at them. What good are friends if they can’t roll a few sausages for you!
Beavered away at my coil pot for the WHOLE afternoon; even rolled a neck and fitted it:
Before next week, I have to design what’s going round the urn, or whatever you want to call it. Looks rather like an African water pot, don’t you think? Maybe a herd of roaming wilderbeasts would be nice? Or the Hanging Gardens of Babylon? Or Ramses and Nefertiti caught in an embrace, with Moses watching round the corner? Bit busy…Hahahaha.
That’s a treat to myself tonight – sketchpad and a pencil. More will be revealed.
Thank heaven for distraction. Just something else to think about other than business.
Love & Hugs
PS I was at the front of the queue when they suggested a morning on the wheels during half term!! I need to make some more pots in readiness for the Raku day in November!