I’ve seen so many of my own pots recently and it’s been a long long time since I had a good dose of someone else’s contemporary slipware. My recent visit to the Goldmark Gallery in Uppingham was a real treat for the eyes on that front. Jean Nicholas Gerard, a French slipware potter, oh my goodness, that was such a breath of fresh air.
This platter above is Jean Nicholas’ (image courtesy of Goldmark), how beautiful? It’s like nothing I could ever make, a way of working that I just cannot do but that I really really love in other people’s pots.
I’ve sent all my pots off across the pond for the Minnesota show on their merry and hopefully safe way. If you know anyone that might be interested in the event, please do pass on the details.
So the frantic flapping has been ongoing this week, getting pieces finished for stocking up a couple of shops before I go, a days printing course with Lisa Hooper, a day out with my sis and the wee nephew when I delivered the finished cradle.
There is still a lot of wet slip around at the workshop being flung about and trailed and resisted and enjoyed. I want to get all the pots that are currently under plastic finished before I go. I might be pushing that a bit now.
I delivered another commemorative pot to a baby today, well the courier did actually, a harvest jug, sgraffito decorated, made from the same weight of clay as the baby weighed when he was born.
So, time for an exhausted Hannah to sleep and try to build up the umphh to take on tomorrow’s lists that are forever growing and never seem to shrink. Night night all.