Thanks for popping in. Wednesday = POTTERY for me. It’s certainly a highlight ! It was before the world got turned on its head – and it certainly is now!
Today I was finishing. Sanding, priming, adding slip in readiness for some sgraffito (scratching a pattern into the slip).
I had coiled a cookie jar, but it needed a lid. So I made one…
All ready to go in the kiln for the first firing.
I had also thrown a couple of sets of rinky dink little pots n jugs, which kind of nest into one another…love these!!! I want to try these again, but larger. Not sure how functional they are – but they look fabulous.
Then there were 3 more pots I had thrown, so I decided to try some sgraffito on two of them. All that entails is doodling a pattern on the dry slip with a pencil, which most of us SHAC-Shackers could do with our eyes shut! Clearly I got very engrossed in the process, because the photos stopped right there! Which means it was working, it was doing the trick, it was distracting me beyond my reality. Heaven.
So next week I shall carry on with the sgraffito, and hope that my birdie cookie jar made it into the kiln and out again in one piece. Or should I say 2 pieces? I showed Dave the photo of it. “Can you get your hand in it?” he asked. “Get your hand in it?! You could get your head in it too!!” This is how we measure the size of a cookie jar….
Made a big decision a few weeks ago. It’s time to invest in a kiln and wheel. I think I would like to explore more than I can do once a week in class. It’s an investment for sure, but hey! I’ve never seen a hearse with a luggage rack. Not that I would stop going to class! No no NO!!! I love the teacher, the banter, my buddy Marilyn (she who brings the spirit level).
This week we had made a plan. She was bringing the cake. I was to bring the flask of tea. Guess who forgot. Yep. There she was with the lovely home baked lemon drizzle kuchen. And there was me with sod all. “Oh drat” I said. (Replace drat with a much more colourful word!) So next week I’m down for CAKE AND TEA !!! She’s lovely, is Marilyn. We definitely always gravitate towards one another. We are so different! She would never swear, whereas I have been known to throw a few expletives around the studio when things have gone wrong. But opposites attract, don’t they? Last term she spent pretty much the whole term making one vase. ONE VASE. It was indeed a very special vase, an Ashraf Hanna kinda vase. I, on the other hand, knocked out a mediocre Ashraf Hanna, which was the task of the term, and a teapot and a load of other stuff. Today she told me she had dropped the bloody Ashraf Hana lookilikie vase at home, polishing round it. Gutted. I could feel her pain. But she was very stoic about it, very calm. I bet she had a right old b****cks fit on the day though…
Now tell my Dad you’ve dropped a pot, and he genuinely thinks it’s a new ceramics technique!
Time for a walk with Dave.
Love and hugs
PS New York Hurricane came and went. Damaged a few buildings in Grace’s road, and brought down a few trees, but she is fine. What a caper, eh? Thanks for caring xxx