Meanwhile, I kept throwing, trimming, and then tossing in the recycling bin half of my work — a constant rhythm. Tiring, yes, but I feel it is a luxury to have total creative freedom ans also total power on what stays and what goes back to the water. No other opinion but mine.
At this point I don’t have a clear vision yet of what the final exhibition will be, but I’m fully embracing this stage of pure experimentation — both in finishes and forms — trying to step outside my usual process, full of rules and proportions. One of my favorite T-shirt says "grow with the flow" and this is my current mantra.
When I opened the kilns, the tea had burned much better than the first test, though still far from ideal. Then came endless hours of sifting, washing, and sifting again.
From the gas kiln, the first glaze samples looked stable — no crazing, no running — so it was a YAY for the basic chemistry, but the ash effects weren’t as striking as I’d hoped.
Maybe tea ash just isn’t as powerful as wood ash after all; leaves, especially brewed ones, naturally lack the mineral strength of branches and trunks.
The weekend passed at the studio, bent over the wheel and my workbench, assembling teapots. A highlight: a spontaneous tea tasting among the wheels' room, kindly organized by one of the students. She brewed four different teas for us to share — a lovely reminder that here, tea isn’t just a drink but a way of being together, peacefully, sharing time and thoughts.
I am very happy to be able to work around this specific ritual.
As you can see, this week’s journal came a little late — apologies. These past few days have been intense, and I’ve poured all my energy into the process.
See you next Sunday, with more ashes, more pots — and maybe, some clearer shapes ahead.