Excabarated.

FUCK YEAH.

GOT SOME NICE MUGS THIS BATCH.

LET'S TALK 'BOUT 'EM!

THIS HERE MUG.
YOUR BROWNNESS AND PURPLENESS PLEASE ME.

Okay enough yelling.

The glazes I chose were not brown or purple. In fact, the glaze recipes available to use this week did not include any purple glazes. We don't have the right minerals to make the recently cobble together purple.

Somehow, my combination of a coat of clear glaze over certain areas of Blue Chun, and what looks like some slightly watered down K9 glaze, made for a very scrumptious combination.

I also managed to work out the handling of the handle attachments. Some advice from a relative helped me to figure out a little niche that people seem to hold affinity for. Might have to do with the innate tendency for people to play with little nobby things in their hands.

Sweet blue mam'ma jamma.

I am very please with the blues that corroborated here.

Straight up Cobalt blue (slightly thin to let throw lines show through)and Blue Chun overlapping in various places. Solid Blue Chun inside with cobalt on the lip. A nice clean feeling there. Orbit commercials be damned.

I did this one to test out my control of blues. I have a commission of a set of four mugs in the works and this confirms my suspicions on how the two glazes will react.

Now you know a bit about my thought processes during glazing.

Fucking crazy basically.


And that's it.

Hubris.

UNRELATED:


Now that that is out of the way.

Let's talk about pride.

God ducking fammit not that kind of pride!

The kind you have when you do something good or cool!

Usually anyways.

I'm supposed to talk about a time where I felt pride after making a work of art.


This is kind of awkward for me.

I feel really great whenever a ceramic piece that I make comes out really nice.

But I feel this after each piece. And it always seems to be greater or different than the last.

Like that musical scale that seems to go up forever.

Like this:


This is because I see my past self as an idiot.

(And my future self as kind of a fucker too, but that isn't the point.)

So I go into this weird self depreciating spiral of

"Oh man this is great!"

"Wait fuck I should be doing better argh!"

"Workworkworkworkwork."

You get the idea.


So lets talk my most recent favorite piece.

I made a set of five small ceramic vessels, as a commission for a family friend, and I really enjoyed how my glazing brought out the delicacy of the forms.

They were all very small and intended for use in a tea set (With one being slightly larger to hold candies or sugar or some shit. Dunno, but it was awesome.)

But the glaze was a simple use of cobalt blue and clear glazes. Each was double dipped on the outside with cobalt (From opposite ends, so the line where they overlapped was darker.)

The insides were coated in clear (which makes a nice gray on B-mix clay bodies) and then splashed with some more cobalt blue glaze in a pattern I came up with. Using a calligraphy brush.

When I was glazing them, I had only the vaguest idea of what it was going to turn out as, but I was extremely pleased to see what my results had wrought.

I had even gotten some comments from other people at the studio over my glazing choices.

Yeah, that was showing off a little, but I guess everyone deserves a little pride once in a a while.

I try not to do it that often.


And that's it.