Sunday, April 24, 2011

Grumpy?

The only time I don’t like being a vendor at Eastern Market is between 4am and 6am on Saturday mornings. Artisan Village is back, and The Delicion is an enthusiastic participant. The topple popple, who oversees all work done in my studio, supervised this weekend.


I love the sign that reads, “No grumpy people.” I love watching people carry out flowers I had never seen before. I love the produce and freshly baked bread that my husband collects while wandering. I love the little old ladies dressed to the nines. I love the musicians—good and bad! I love the insanity, like when the man we call Shower Cap Guy shouts about not having enough bubble gum. I love the shiny, well-maintained old cars parading about. I love the vehicles that have plywood parts, windows made by cutting a hole in the sheet metal, wheels that don’t move or have a bit too much of a wobble, or make a sound that probably should stop once the engine has been turned off. I love observing the politics of navigating the parking lot from the outside. I also like guessing which niche of Christianity will be proselytizing for the day. Yesterday, we got Harold Camping.
Not a Bus I Would Willingly Ride

Some of the stuff I make feels a bit slutty; I’m gluing magnets to test tiles so that people can buy something inexpensive. Yep. That’s the biggest disadvantage to being a ceramist who sells at farmers markets.

I have been having issues with my clay recently. I have used Amaco’s white stoneware almost exclusively for a matter of years now. I did have a stint with Rovin’s low-grog stoneware, but it wasn’t low-enough-grog. Amaco sells this particular clay pugged and de-aired, in two 25-pound bags per box. That is, the clay is ready to use. I generally buy 100 to 150 pounds at a time quite regularly.

In January, I bought a batch that was completely deflocculated. It wasn’t clay. Working with it was like working with some kind of quicksand Jello. I hate blaming my tools, and so I was determined to make it work. So what if it won’t hold its form? So what if it doesn’t dry? HOW DOES CENTERING AND WEDGING CREATE AIR BUBBLES?!

 I took it back and exchanged it for another batch. It’s clay, but it is still lacking flocculants. In order to get the clay workable, I added old dry clay. I cut the blocks in to little pieces and let the pieces dry a bit. I wedged and wedged and wedged and mixed and wedged. I was, essentially, using this new ready-to-use clay to reclaim and extend the old clay from failed pieces. I was grumpy.

My current experiment is borax. Anhydrous borax is a flocculent, and the laundry booster might just work. The small amount of clay I’ve tried it with has oxidized quite a bit, but I’m not convinced that’s it’s a good enough reason to stop doing it.


Experiments!

If you know anything about the Amaco white stoneware situation, I would love to hear it.

In the meantime, I’ll see you at the market!

Sunday, March 13, 2011

In The Loupe

A website that has been a favorite for years is InterfaceLIFT. My computer desktop changes every five minutes (not an exaggeration-- it's a setting), and several of the images are from this site.

User-submitted images are posted in "The Loupe," where other users can vote for them. These images are available for voting for two weeks. If they get enough votes, they will be posted on the main site.

I currently have five images in review. Please vote for them!

Portree
Have a Cookie
Flight
Deep Firebrick Red
Frabjous Fiber



Yes, I took each of those photos. And yes, I made the cookie. It was delicious.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

thoughts

"That which achieves its effect by accident is not art." Seneca
"Just stick the right formula in-- a solution for any fool." Indigo Girls


"Socrates said, 'I think, therefore I am.'" Koho

Monday, February 28, 2011

Please Work!

After the kiln trouble I've been having, I've been getting too attached to recent works. Last night, I broke these pieces for the cathartic release of gravity’s effect in action.


I was pretending that I couldn’t see the small crack in the lip.


Adding a vent was much messier than I expected.


Cutting the bottoms off pieces is a disappointingly common phenomenon.

Aren't these pieces pretty? Couldn't I have saved them? Can I possibly make others nice enough to replace them?

I'm currently five months behind on a commissioned piece. That beautiful lid was part of the project. I can blame the kiln trouble and pregnancy for part of the delay, but those wouldn't have been factors without the initial faulty math. (π * h * r^2) ≠ (π * [h * r]^2)

Below is my first attempt on the project at the correct size:



The current version:



Dramatic improvement, wouldn’t you say? and I was heartbroken that the first didn't survive the firing.

This one needs to work, though. A severe discount makes up for only so much lack of punctuality.



By the by, is anyone interested in writing a small amount of php for me for a small amount of money? Or barter?

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

getting a handle on the handle thing

another use for kiln stilts





YOU GUYS!

I was pregnant and didn't entirely fit behind my wheel. everything I had fired in a bisque load exploded or was otherwise ruined. my daughter was born via c-section and I had massive activity restrictions. (she was so totally worth it) I had another equally successful bisque fire. I got a pyrometer and new cones-- and it made a difference!

and then I got a batch of deflocculated clay. seriously?

so really I haven't been very serious in my studio until about a week ago.

several people have asked why I don't make mugs. we get so many promotional mugs that I generally just considered them annoying. then I made a few and people got excited.

woo mugs

so I'm making mugs now. as many as I can. hopefully I'll have some good ones for Eastern Market when I go back on April 15. you can also provide cash money in exchange for a mug via my website, thedelicion.com.

three other things:
1. you cannot add water to slip.


2 my sock yarn blanket is currently four by six feet big.


3. Lucia and Palmer are very good friends.


huzzah!