Smash burgers on Saturday (going too fast to put my beer on the grill or even get a pictures of the cooking. I even cooked the corn on the cob on it. Then breakfast in the am. I love making pancakes on this thing. The brown so evenly.
I posted a picture of these a while ago while they were greenware. They are 🔺10 Individual Casuelas. I am still trying to decide how I want to glaze them. I am leaning towards a pale white that turns grey on the red clay that they’re made from. I’m also trying to decide if I want to glaze just the inside, or most/some of the body.
Two of these are still the prototypes. They are about 5 inches wide and an inch and a quarter tall, they hold a cup of whatever you’re serving. The ones that are glazed in the satin white are more of the finished form. There’s still a little tweaking to be done, but it pretty much settled on this size as an individual casuela. I am also making a medium/side dish size.
Two of my favorite things. I’ve been walking up to my rig with this view for five years now. I’d like to wish I could have five more but we’ll have to see. Tate just turned 13 years old. She still runs everywhere…
Got it my head to start making individual casuelas. I love making cooking vessels. These are greenware and I have some in the bisque right now. I can’t wait to finish them.
This is my Walker Coonhound Maple, the first time that she understood the recall we had been working on for over three months. This photo is not altered in anyway. It’s literally a snapshot I took of her just above the American river in California in 2002. It is always been a favorite photo of one of my many dogs. The sheer joy in her shines through.
It seems like so many posts these days are about regret. This is a post about a non-regret.
I wear this tattoo on my arm. It’s getting old now. It’s a photograph that I took of my cattle dog mix chasing down my Walker coonhound on a beach in California. I altered the photograph one year to make a Christmas card, and then after they passed away, I tattooed it on my arm. It’s very strange. Even my tattoo is commented on how odd the actual ink was. But the point is, I know what it is
I’ve gotten lots of comments on it. People asking what it is, people expressing an extreme dislike for it,(a special fuck you for the guy who touched me, showed it to his 17-year-old son, and told him this is why you don’t want to get tattoos) , I have also had people take pictures of it because they thought it was so cool. I have lots of other tattoos. But this one has always been special.
RIP to Hasty Pudding and Maple Louise. We had a great time together girls, didn’t we.
Sunflowers in a blue and white glaze. Have a great day whatever you are doing.
This is more about thinking of the glazing process than sharing glaze information. I really dislike testing glazes as it takes me away from my favorite part of potting, but it is an important part of the process and I just wanted to share my experience here.
I find it important to sharpen my skills on the wheel. I will throw off the hump to practice getting things to be the same and I find the challenge of making small bowls an important way to do this.
I then use those bowls for glaze testing. I am able to check what glazes look like and react on the inside of a bowl. These tests are not be all, end all. They do not have any ridges or stand up like a tile in the kiln, but I find them useful for the information that I’m looking for. I also then are able to bring them to my client and sell them as small mise en place bowls.
Yesterday I had to take photographs of them for personal reasons and thought the project looked cute enough to leave here.
All bowls are on a recycled clay, and fired to cone 10.
What is looks like when you make your own tableware.
My Stratoliner with a 5 year patina. It hasn’t been hot enough to switch to a hemp open road that I’ve had for two years.
I’m back at making these. They’re made with a locally made red clay, and glazed with a glaze called dark water blue that I make. Fired to Cone 10.
I have a small kitchen, so I have some hanging in my kitchen. I’ve been continuing to make them with a hole, but sometimes I wonder if people understand that when they see it on the shelf.
I dropped this bowl yesterday and it broke in a very interesting manner. But what struck me most is how perfect it looked from a throwing perspective, (including the lightly in-turned rim).
Also, because of the funny shape I’m thinking of grinding down cross-section and seeing if I can use it in my studio.
Back to making a cheese/charcuterie with a hole so I can hang it on the wall. I have a small kitchen and space is at a premium in the cabinets, so I designed this slab plate, that is finished on a wheel, to be hung on a hook in my kitchen. I keep several of them around as serving platters. The rich red clay alters the satin white glaze that breaks on the finger spirals that highlight that glaze. I also add a chop that helps me determine what clay I used during the making process because I have a hard time differentiating between the clay bodies when in bisque state.