I made a yarn bowl!
It’s ceramics, Raku pottery.
I had given myself a course in Raku pottery as a reward for all the work I do for the court case against the manure plant near the cabin. Turns out we have an excellent pottery facility nearby, the same venue with the black smith where we forged our knives (our previous reward for the same reasons). I was knitting Raku socks then:
Yesterday was kiln day. Raku kilns get over 1000 degrees hot. So we were using leather gloves and were instructed to wear long sleeves and legs and garments without meltable plastics in it.
What better protection than wool?
Out of the kiln into the reduction chamber. The piece is so hot it sets the saw dust alight:
Freshly scrubbed yarn bowl, with white glaze and green glaze:
This little bowl has the same green glaze as my yarn bowl but turned out bright copper red. Raku is magic!
It has to do with the reduction of oxygen and/or possibly me losing track of time and leaving it in the reduction chamber for far longer than the 10 minutes it was supposed to be.
Who knew you have to work hard after firing? After it gets out of the reduction chamber it’s covered in sooth which has to be scrubbed away. With water and sand and elbow grease.
We did the firing at the home of the teacher, the lovely and very capable Carla Teer. She has a studio near her house and makes pottery and animals in various techniques:
One of her other joys is gardening and we were in her amazing garden, filled with my favourites such as geranium, akelei, ranoncles. The way she positiones them, with lots of interesting leaf shapes, getting bigger with distance, is a delight.
Because of my hip bursitis I can only stand or lie down. So I had a few lie downs in the garden and it was great. With big trees overhead and birds picking up grubs for their young. There were pimpelmezen nestling near the studio shed and they kept popping in and out, checking us out.
There were chickens too!
We had a lovely pot luck lunch:
In the big oak I heard sparrows which are growing rare in the Netherlands now that unkept pieces of grass are groomed away by city workers and farmers only farm corn and no grains. Corn that feeds the very manure plants I fight against. It bypasses the cow and is put directly into the plant to aid the fermenting (anaerobic digestion) because manure does not ferment easily by itself.
Anyhow. Dealing with this kind of inconsistencies (“kuch kuch stupidities!“) is what earned me my raku session. Raku and cats!
I made some cats to rest my brushes on:
My friends said they look like little old bones. I don’t have friends.
I took the colouring from Lillepoes: off white back, black tail and legs and white toes.
Look at that beautiful cracquelee (and Lillepoes butt):
Carla has cats too including this one who lives to a very old age despite the fact he never gets food:
Aww… so sad 😉
I had a wonderful day yesterday! Today I wanted to finish scrubbing the Raku but I also just received a call about some new manure plant stupidity so my Wednesday is looking like break is over and I need to fire up.