You work with what you are given,
Ta da! These are the very first objects I have ever made with grown-up clay (that is, bisqued, glazed, and kiln-fired stoneware clay.) Jacksons is Darwin’s main supplier of clays and ceramic materials/tools, so I bought a bag of whit stoneware and took it home after work about three weeks ago. My lovely manager, Ingrid, is a professional ceramist and a wonderful sculptor, so I picked her brains every day for tips and guidelines. Also watched a few videos and read Ingrid’s books. Then I cautiously, hesitantly opened my bag of clay up, made these tiny little things, and promptly fell in love.
I wanted to see what the fire would to my first little offerings; when Ingrid gave them back to me today, and I saw that none of them had cracked, exploded, warped, or stuck to the kiln shelves, I knew that here was something I wanted to keep doing, and that I wanted to grow in mastery and make bigger and more complicated pieces over time.
I adore working with the stuff. The sensation of working with my hands—getting slicked up to the elbows with the wet white mud, playing with the slips and glazes—feels a bit like a homecoming to me. I have never worked with the stuff before, but I felt as though I have always known how to work with it. Something about it takes me back to memories locked in my DNA, maybe. It comes so naturally and it feels so good.
And then the pieces go the kiln and get fired at incredible temperatures, emerging hard as rocks, glossy with the silica, and making little clinking musical sounds as I hold them, like fancy pebbles or seashells, in the cupped palms of my hands.
I didn’t need yet another medium to fall in love with, or another craft to pursue, but this really is a special one, and I’m glad I let it seduce me.