Thanks for popping in. It’s Wednesday, so I stepped out to pottery this afternoon for a little while. Started a new project today: a vase. It’s an experiment, based on the slate vases we used to make back in the day, when stamps didn’t pay the rent during the summers! They were very lovely, heavy, and hard work to make, but very popular. The whole Gray family made them. Mum and Dad, Steve, Dave and myself. We couldn’t make them fast enough. Sold out most shows. But when we left the old farm, we didn‘t have the barns and open space to split, drill and sand slate, so we gave it up. And Clarity was picking up momentum, so we retired them. One of the other crafters on the circuit tried to copy them (of course!), but they weren’t anywhere near as tactile or beautiful. Between you and me, I don’t think he realised how much sweat went into them when he decided to rip them off! Sticking a pot on a reclaimed slate roof and drilling a hole in it didn’t really cut the mustard!
I still have a few of my own – in fact, one of the black Delabole slate pieces is full of lovely flowers today – but I thought it might be interesting to take the idea and make one out of clay instead of slate…
Anyway, I made a start today, and there was much intrigue. The reservoir underneath the slate is a very different kind of vase to what people are used to. Maybe it will work in ceramic, maybe it won’t. But unless I try it, I will never know.
The best part of the process is that all afternoon I have been pondering the look, the shape, the colour. I know that black is perfect for all flowers (see above). I know that a vase should enhance the flowers, not detract from them, so plain is essential. Maybe a tiny flash of copper or gold, but that is more than enough. I’ve got a week to work it out. And THAT is the essence of pottery for me. I get to roam down an uncharted road in my head, bouncing ideas at myself. It’s like taking a mini excursion away from Clarity, like switching off the washing machine head, and focussing on something entirely fresh and new. And then, when it’s time to get back in the saddle, everything seems clearer and less heavy. And I am grateful for that.
Love & Hugs,