Saturday, February 9, 2013
This little nerd has been very sweet recently for some reason.
Maybe she knows that spring is coming?
Underglazed, unglazed frost porcelain:
I love the feel of unglazed clay. Most of my handbuilt things feature unglazed clay--though most of my thrown things are fully, shinily glazed. ("Shinily" is not a word is it? Well, I guess it is now.)
There are some things that I think are the mark of a natural potter but which have nothing to do with the quality of her work. One of those things is a love of the earthy, swampy smell of clay when it's well-rotted down. Another of those things a love of clay in every state, but an especial love for clay when it's not yet fired or when it's unglazed. I'm most impressed by potters who understand that the work isn't really about them, but about hewing close to nature, which means that it's really about the clay, straight from the ground.
Currently mired in a boarding school in England, one hundred and seventy years ago, listening to thirteen-year-old schoolboys recite from the Illiad and plotting out their great thrashings of their unruly schoolmates. Via Thomas Hughs's Tom Brown's School Days.
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