When I drink the essence of tea
late at night alone
the taste is subtle
bitter sweet.

The leaves have played their final melody
the last lights of brewing
the water is tasty
refreshing my being.

january pots

January pots

I was asked to make pots for the Lander gallery in truro at christmas, I knew it would be a tight squeeze to get stock to them by the 15th of january because of slow drying times. Michel helped me out and we fired hisbig gas kiln together, the highlight was glazing until 4.30 in the morning and then sleeping in my car. So the pots are in truro and quite happy with the finishes. I used lighter glazes such as Celadon, woodash glaze and Karatsu glaze wihich came out lavender colour, slightly questionable but strangely likeable. It has led me into more production but at last I have started making Sake and teaware. I have fallen in love with Mino tea caddies.

Meanwhile Boscean has been cold and beautiful, the pipes froze and burst (only outside), the bills are unpayeable. I have been collecting samples of clay that I have found on the cliff paths.

no. 105

St. Just methodist chapel

Boscean before christmas

The display is becoming satisfactory

Tea pot sketches by author

The last two weeks have been busy, finishing whatever before the christmas break. Im still a yardsman but have made a few pots. I havent put any pictures of the first firing yet. I havent really had much patience these last couple of days or maybe its just been tested 'sorely'!

I have had many thoughts on the mystic realm these last week and my dreams have taken me far into their adventures. I believe in the mystic. The unseen and unknown that effects all of us more than we will ever know.