Thursday, April 26, 2012
So, unless I can bite the bullet and order new clay bodies from afar (and either drive to get them or pay several hundred dollars for shipping), it seems that french vanilla is my new white. There is some white-glazed french vanilla stoneware in the kiln, cooling. Test stoneware #1 showed through the white glaze (it looked dirty, not like a thin glaze, just like a dirty cup). I am in mourning for my ultra-white stoneware, but like any loss, I'm learning to move forward with the new reality. And the reality is that very few people will care if the base clay is ultra white or french vanilla, and the ones who do care will let me know, quite vocally. And I'm becoming ok with the fact that it's out of my hands, that pottery is alchemy, and that I'm just not in control of very much. And with that, I'm going to head to the studio to throw more and re-learn how to make larger forms in porcelain and figure out how to fill my dinner and breakfast ware orders that a few sweet folks have been waiting quite patiently for.
Thanks for reading.