There are going to be many photographs of pots in this spot over the coming weeks. The studio doesn’t have many places with good natural light, apart from Lisa’s corner of the pottery, atop her Alsager potters wheel. On days I’ve been firing the little gas kiln I have to be in very early and for a precious few hours there is lovely light and strong shadows that I’ve taken advantage of. The dark green glaze this bowl has pops much more here compared to the white I normally shoot on.
I throw my medium bowls from a one pound lump of clay. I’m sure many potters in this country throw with weights measured both in metric and imperial. Lisa’s notebooks and the past apprentice notes of dimensions and weights of clay have been kept in both over the years. In some instances I find it’s easier to use one pound as a measurement rather than four-hundred and fifty-three grams. For most of my own work, other than bowls, I use grams—it’s peculiar and doesn’t make sense but it works.
Much of this weight is turned away to create the tall foot-ring and bottom curve of the form. I never trim anywhere near the rim on these as they’re thrown very thinly, but also it’s difficult to work as the three lumps of clay that hold it onto the wheel get in the way. The next time I make bowls I’m going to make a chuck that fits the inside shape of these, it can be kept leather hard and wetted to stick the pots in place. The rims on number of this batch flare out a touch—making them more reminiscent of the old Chinese and Japanese pots I’ve been looking at for inspiration over the years. I hadn’t meant to throw these like that, subconsciously it just happens. The black marks below the rim aren’t iron specks, rather it’s carbon trapping that is just beginning to form. In small doses it isn’t something I mind, but anymore more than this and it becomes so.