A number of you had asked to see the nestling bowls I mentioned earlier in the week in a post that showed the bottom most piece here held. Here they are, each coated with a different crackle glaze altered by iron oxide to change the colours, reduction fired and crash cooled. An enclosed form lends itself well to being held, more so than my shallower forms, these simply fit ones grasp. Although after more thought they don’t nestle in the way I’d like, while these are perhaps more functional sizes, visually I’d prefer if the smaller ones sat fully inside the last, instead of only just fitting and protruding above the last—something to do once I’ve finally setup a studio back home.
It’s my day off today after seven days spent on the kick-wheel, throwing hundreds of yunomis and plates with fluted rims and other odd tasks, namely leaf sweeping and pugging clay. The mornings are crisp and sunny and bitterly cold, whilst the Japanese are prepared in many ways for the colder weather, such as heated toilet seats, which are incredible and put those back home to shame, sliding doors do little to keep heat in. The workshop is like a stoney, damp dungeon first thing in the morning, the wet pots and lack of sunlight mean that the only heat comes from the roaring log fire that Doi keeps going throughout the day, bringing over wheelbarrows of sweet smelling pine to burn. I’ve rigged up a ceramic gas heater too that blasts warm air at my feet and legs and after a full day of throwing the place is sweltering. I threw sixty plates in a throwing session yesterday and was breaking a sweat by the end of it. I was even lucky enough to receive some of the treatment Ken gets when making, Doi removed my ware boards when full and replaced them so I didn’t have to get up every three plates, that’s all that fits on a board, and when I did try to do it myself at one point he gave me daggers whilst pointing at my clay spattered pillow, I was encroaching on his duties, I sat back down immediately.