While Angels continued to dry slowly on studio shelves , the energies of workshop-participants filled the room with a creative buzz.
They pinched and shaped the clay...
Paddled ...
Scraped ...
Decorated...
Embellished...
And burnished their pots with my Grandmother's silver spoon and other handy tools.
And burnished their pots with my Grandmother's silver spoon and other handy tools.
Conversations ebbed and flowed as intentions and attentions were focused on the clay.
The excitement of the magical nature of the process filled the studio,
and now a few dozen 'magical pinch pots'are also drying
and now a few dozen 'magical pinch pots'are also drying
awaiting their firing in the electric kiln,
in preparation for next week's smoking in the barrels....
I hope that I gave them what they needed to make their works,
to follow their own muses,
to follow their own muses,
and to experiment with their own solutions to technical challenges...
I trust that the makers of these pots enjoyed their process.
And that they will love the finished works - as a record of this magical process.
And that they will love the finished works - as a record of this magical process.
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