I think I copied this from an ancient tripod piece I saw once. Laura’s Turquoise glaze to cone 10, cutting to gray/black.
A year has passed since we were in the wonderful artsy, historic, spiritual center of Oaxaca in southern Mexico, on the verge of the explosion of living and dead humanity that is Dia de los Muertos. These sorry little pots are the result of 1) a worthless kickwheel, 2) bad untested glazes applied by brush 3) poor firing in an unknown kiln.
But I love them.
This unplugged process produced four tiny cups and 15 buckets of sweat. Electricity is a wonderful thing.
Cup, jar and bowl, before and after glazing and firing.
The cup and bowl are nice, with a personal stamp and three chopstick pokes, glazed in yellow, what I would have called “moonpax” in another studio. The jar and its lid are not on speaking terms.
Photos by me at District Clay and at home, June 2014.
Green matte glaze bowl with lid for chopsticks