pitcher ten! I wanted this pitcher to be simple and somewhat egg-like. I threw a giant ovoid form (after having spent a lot of time last week making egg vases for spring), threw a spout to cut down, and pulled a handle. This pitcher will be glazed just like my speckled egg vases and then I'm calling that particular glaze combination quits. I love it, but except for egg vases and egg cups, I'm ready to move away from it. Why? it is heinously messy and I have to separate these pieces from anything else in the glaze firing because the iron oxide doesn't completely adhere to the glaze and flies around, sticking to anything else close to it (or on the shelf above or below). I just got a few of these speckled pieces back from a shop that was closing, so I'll list the remaining teacup and saucer sets, pitcher, and platter next week.
Early this week, after I'd thrown about a dozen mugs, a friend contacted me about a special order for a friend. She gave me a lengthy quote that inspired her idea and we played around with ideas. I'd seen an enamelware cup that had a lengthy inscription, showed it to her, and we settled on a similar idea. As someone who spent her entire academic career buried in words, reading, writing, editing, writing, and reading more, it seems appropriate to me that I find myself enamored with these words on the mug. I've been working on my handwriting for years, tightening and loosening it up, ever-evolving, copying handwriting I like, exploring calligraphy (and developing my own style of fake calligraphy). I like that this cup, which I coated with slip made from the iron-rich clay dug from the banks of the Mississippi river some years ago (yes, really, and it is rich and black like the darkest coffee), is tactile as well as visual. I like that I can feel the rise and fall of my letters, as well as see them. I'm not sure how much more of this that I'll do, but I sure do like this one cup.