Saturday, November 24, 2012
Sweet clouds and clay.
I walk up the street to the bakery, and today the sky has clouds like marshmallows in it, they are large and cubic and I imagine their soft, sweet nothingness in my mouth. A vast blue sky with sweet white clouds.
The girl at the bakery looks happy, and her dark eyes twinkle as she puts my bread roll into a bag. I buy a little gooseberry tart as a treat. The tart is placed in the bag like a shared secret. Something to get me through the afternoon. Tart and coffee. I feel tired today.
Cars-pass-trucks-pass, cars-pass-trucks-pass. Swoosh-Whoosh-Roar! It is busy on the main road. I wonder if the people in the little metal capsules notice the marshmallow clouds. Are they thinking the sky is sweet?
I recycle clay this afternoon. My heart is not in making things, but pressing clay together, earth to earth, feels constructive.
We have a visitor to the gallery, and I am delighted because she takes time to look. She picks up pots, and turns them in her hands. She looks in corners, and on lower shelves.
I look out the window and now the marshmallow clouds are dirty, thin and smeared. Leaves fidget in an impatient breeze.
This morning I turned planter bottoms, and brushed white slip on a large pot, probably my tallest earthenware pot so far at 30 inches or so. Now my drying shelves are congested with mugs, cups, bowls, planters, and large pots to glaze. I need better storage.
*The photos are of some recent adventures of mine with making cups and mugs. I have been testing cone 10 glazes recently, and am playing with trailed and sprigged decoration. All are cone 10 stoneware fired in my electric kiln.