treadle wheel thrown
dishwasher and microwave safe
safe in the oven if allowed to cool
About my approach: I love pots. It was love at first sight on the first day of class in high school in 1985 - Mr. Smith said, as he kicked away on a treadle wheel magically transforming mud into a thing called a pot, "the wonderful thing about pottery is that it is so old that all over the world, it developed as an oral tradition before we had writing. This means that anything you learn is not yours to keep, it is yours to share."
The spinning wheel naturally creates spirals that I enhance with a rib pressed into the clay or with slip (like fingerpainting!). When my son was three, we were on the train where he pointed out that everyone had spirals on their heads. I looked it up! While all mammals have whorls, only humans have them on their heads!
Pottery helps me contemplate and connect to our geological and historical past, to the present moment, to other people, and to the universe.
About my firing: My pots are initially bisqued in an electric kiln powered by home solar. They are then glazed and fired in an insulated, downdraft hybrid kiln that uses wood and propane (following Joe Finch's design). During claybody reduction (^010-05), I introduce discarded tomato and pepper stakes to remove oxygen in the kiln. Removing oxygen from the iron oxide in the clay (Fe2O3 to FeO) allows the beautiful iron blue hues to emerge through my white nuka-type glaze (glazy.org). This glaze also responds to ash at that temp. The rest of the firing is in oxidation up to 2200° (^7). I switched to ^7 instead of ^10 because when I had my soda kiln, I discovered that clay and glazes in cooler spots were fine. Kentucky Mudworks makes iron-bearing midrange clays that don't bloat at ^7-8. Slow-cooling at the end reoxidizes some of the iron and creates the Gohonde (firefly) spotting effect on a few pots. Sometimes I get lucky to participate in community woodfirings.
"Mr. Smith," James Smith, 1988, instructing Kristy (Jenks) Cross at the treadle wheel in high school. It's the only picture I have of this dear dear man, may his memory be a blessing.
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