This week I have been mostly rolling slabs of clay. It’s damn hard work isn’t it. I’m getting myself in a tizzy most of the week after I lost a good bit of work to the heat at the weekend. Honestly we never usually have that problem here. Crazy huh! Anyway what it has meaned (along with the fact that I have realised once again that my electric kiln is not the huge monster that I think it is) is that I am having to have a major rethink for the collaboration exhibition with Phil McMenemy that is coming up. As it happens the rethink may actually be better than the original plan but it’s been hard trying to leave the plan behind and accept that I can’t do it and then to make the firm decision of what to do now. I think I’m on to it now so fingers crossed no more disasters.
Spot the second visitor. I get lots of birds coming in for a visit, they come in and flap about a bit and tweet at me and poo all over the pots and then generally find their own way out again. The one below managed to fly into the window and stunned himself a wee bit. I took him back outside and he sat on my hand for ages trying to get his head back together. Little sweetie.
So slabs and slip. Damn it I do love slip so much. It is delicious and no matter how many times I think that and no matter how many pots I coat in slip, when I take the lid off the bucket and stick my arm in to stir it up it always gives me a shiver of delight.
So I have done a bit of sitting drinking tea and thinking too this week and a lot of pacing up and down the workshop drinking tea and thinking too. I often have these grand plans but all too often find that I have neither the right skills nor the right tools nor mainly the right knowledge to get them done. One day I might get to be a bit cleverer and a bit more sensible. Fingers crossed.