I have weakened yet again!

This is probably the wimpiest, skinniest, and most fragile handle I have ever made. It’s not even the width of a bra strap. I think the tofu did this to me. One meal of the dreaded bean and I am loosing the strength in my work.

I’ve been learning the rhythm method of slip casting. It’s all about timing. How dry is the mould, how thick is the slip and what is the right weight? I have never really been a fan of light pots. Fact is I prefer heavy to light. I have however had some fun getting these vases really, really  thin and light. My last vase was so light that if a sparrow farted somewhere in Arkansas it would blow over. I started to wonder how it would stand up to the flame in the wood kiln when the draft really started pulling through the chamber. That was the 30 minute version so now I am up to 40 minutes and it seems a good weight.

I think I will make some saucers for these vases so I can add some more nonsense. More is more in my books.

At my workshop this weekend in Ottawa Ribfest was taking place right out side the Art School. I didn’t go there for bones and a beer but ventured to a supermarket only to be met by some young women protesting the killing of pigs. It used to be said that pottery class was the place to meet cute chicks but I have never had any luck. Then I was told that the now thing to do is go to hot yoga classes. Yes, buy a tight pair of those stretchy britches, put two pairs of socks down the front and pretend you are enjoying yourself.  I wouldn’t be able to hide my red face and shame.

Here’s the secret boys- become a vegan. It shows what a new age sensitive guy you are. These ladies gave me a hug and a pamphlet. We talked about the poop lagoons of NC that I had just learned about from my buddy Dan. 

I went to Farm Boy Supermarket to buy my egg and broccoli quiche( no bacon)  only to read the pamphlet and find out I also need to ditch eggs in favour of tofu. Holy merde, I'll be making miniatures before I know it on a bean diet. 

Jack and I grilled a turkey leg tonight from Uncle Donny and Aunt Nancy’s that looks like it belongs on a slate table in Bedrock with Fred and Wilma Flintstone. I have weakened yet again!