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And Yet, Another Face-Pot

21 Oct

Just couldn’t resist making one last face-pot before calling it a night.

When the Hurly-Burly’s Done

21 Oct

After a month-long perfect storm of dense tech-work, a harmonic convergence of the kind of freelance raining and pouring that can keep a translator busy from six a.m. to well past midnight, producing a warm, fuzzy feeling in the duodenum of the self-employed, it’s now time to … take a breath. Deadlines pass. Phones quiet down. The dust settles. And the face pots reassert themselves.

When the Hurly-Burly’s Done

21 Oct

After a month-long perfect storm of dense tech-work, a harmonic convergence of the kind of freelance raining and pouring that can keep a translator busy from six a.m. to well past midnight, producing a warm, fuzzy feeling in the duodenum of the self-employed, it’s now time to … take a breath. Deadlines pass. Phones quiet down. The dust settles. And the face pots reassert themselves.

And Still Yet Another Face Pot

23 Sep

I usually rough out the shape just with my fingertips and no tools. I have dozens of ingeniously designed and crafted little clay tools, most of which I will never, ever use. You can do 90% of sculpting with thumb and fingertips, which give a constant stream of feedback through the sense of touch. After the fingertip work, I usually add detail and do a lot of fussing around with tools. But this this time I left well enough alone.

Yet Another Face Pot

19 Sep

Here’s another face pot. This one had a very quick-‘n-EZ feel to it. More than just a labor-saving device, the potter’s wheel seems to open up a lot of new opportunities for finer craftsmanship before exhaustion sets in and I get antsy to move on to another project.

Today’s Face Pot

16 Sep

Another face pot. I’m trying to improve the flames, but am not satisfied with them yet.

New Face

13 Sep

A new face joins the growing ranks of the latest batch of wheel-thrown clay face pots I’ve taken to calling the Council of Arbiters.

Bisque-Fired Portrait Face

11 Sep

This face made it through the kiln one time. Now I’m going to have to resist over-glazing it for a second firing. Light touch. Light touch.

My First Thrown Pot

7 Sep

This is my first flower pot made by “throwing” the clay instead of hand-building. I threw the pot, let it sit until it was, as they say, leather-hard, then used one side as a surface to sculpt on. I don’t know why I used to pooh-pooh the idea of spinning the clay on a turntable to make pots. But now that I’ve tried it I love it with the passion of the newly converted. Plus, learning the skills will give me even more excuses to put off learning how to make ears! I may even spring for a potter’s wheel.

Janis-Faced Flower Pot

31 Aug

A flower pot that can look into the future, while also watching the past. This may be one of the last pots I hand-build. Trying to build a pot rather than spinning it on a wheel is hugely time-consuming and a total waste of human potential– as was my ingenious plan to make a pot by tossing and twirling a sheet of clay the way pizza chefs do dough. Lesson learned. My first pottery throwing class starts on Sept. 4.

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