I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.
Wednesday, 24 March 2010
An Award.
Oh alright then, I made it myself. And awarded it to me, even though I've posted very little about pottery recently. That will be remedied though.
If you're a POTTER mudslinger, firer of earth, even a "ceramist" (hyuk hyuk!, silly word. In fact no, If you think you're a ceramist or ceramicist or whatever, and you make stuff with titles like "Votive Form No.14", then this is not for you. Shoo!), if you're an artisan who shapes argillaceous earths, this is for you. Just steal it, lift it, put it on your own page and invent some august body who might have awarded it to you.
Like the "Ersatz Soubriquet Institute for the Applied Arts (International)"....
And yes, I know it's not gender-neutral. Believe me, if I could have found an image of naked ladies firing a kiln, I would have used it.
In fact, if you have such an image feel free to send it to me.
The picture is from Cipriano Picolpasso's Second Book of the Potter's Art, written in about 1557, in Castel-Durante, Italy.