It was first thing I did on my birthday morning so it was quite a fun present. I had been wondering all week end if it would just turn into a pile of calcified ash when I opened the door like a mummy in an Indiana Jones movie.
See this egg carton below...this is it! This is the clay version of the original. The slip has perfectly mimicked the texture of the card board. It is very fine and light and fragile so it may be more decorative than functional. I could give it a good thick glaze to strengthen it but then the powdery ripples would be lost. Perhaps I should just glaze the underside. I'm thinking of an opaque white glaze for that. Any thoughts are most welcome.
Of course there was another Hermansbergish pot in there. These are little demo pots that would otherwise be wasted. So I fire them for presents as needed.
My brother found this under his house when he was cleaning out. It was bought in the Valley of the Kings back when we were young and backpacky, from some very sweet scruffy local kids who I suspect just moulded them from river clay. The figures were unfired so most of them had crumbled after a while. This one just got a new lease of life by being thrown in the kiln too so it is now hard ceramic. It should survive a while longer now.
Then there is the favourite. This one I am loving. I'm kind of surprised it worked if I'm honest. It is tres delicato so it will have to go on the piano or somewhere safe. Up high away from chillun, dogs and husbands.
emoliated. That is my word for the day. Like it?
Last week it was 'ungulate' which is a hooved animal. "Would you please be so kind as to park your ungulate away from the saloon, Mr Sundance."
That is a great word too. It sounds more like a strangled exclamation. "She released an ungulated scream when she opened the kiln!"
But I digress...
So now I'm off to the gallery on an excursion. It's a sunny day, I have on my new top from the Lairy godmother who attended the godmothers AGM on Saturday night to celebrate how young I am.