Wednesday, November 2, 2011
A Beautiful Wild Animal
Since I planned to braid the handle I rolled the coils thin so the handle wouldn't be too thick. But I might have made them a little too thin for the size of these two mugs. This could be a tumbler without the handle and a little more symmetrical then. I can just imagine how this texture would feel in the hand; nice to grip too. A thin translucent glaze would do well here, wonder what I can use?
I wish I'd gone deeper with this texture. Looking at the pucker near the bottom I can envision a few rows of puckers going up this one. There's always room for improvement; there's always one more idea I can think of; and there's always one more idea just around the corner. Today I feel like there's a new form slightly veiled from my minds eye waiting to come forth, waiting for me to pull back the veil and coax it from it's hiding place.
I'm really learning how to work with this macabee stoneware. It's real soft and stays soft for a long time while I work it and work with it. You know clay is a bit like a wild animal, a beautiful wild animal. You can never really tame it completely, nor would you want to, at least I wouldn't want to. Taming it would remove all the beauty from it.
I can talk to it softly, gently, firmly, sometimes roughly. A few smacks on clay isn't a bad thing. I feed it with my hand, a tool, a sponge, a little water, some slip, an underglaze, a glaze. I warm it up with a firing. Then I let it go into the world, happy to have learned something from it, happy to have known it. But it's an ever multiplying wild animal. I go back to feed the next one, to learn about the next one, happy to get to know it, happy to let it go.
If there ever was a story about me and my life, it's this one, and there's one other which happened fifty years ago, The Thicket. If you get a chance, please read it. I'm sixty one years old but I'm really a very curious child. Thanks for reading and for all your comments.