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Pots are back in Manchester in one piece, take a look on my page for some photos of them safe and sound at university.
Here’s a photo of the two ‘rib pots’ that Joe turned yesterday, displayed alongside their ribs. I was mistaken – they are lambs’ ribs, not goats’ – but they were definitely lambs from the Spanish hillsides, not lambs from Waitrose.
At the close of yesterday Joe started experimenting with ribs… Ceramicists amongst you will know the term ‘potter’s rib’ – for non-potters those are the tools you use to shape the outside of vessels when throwing – and last night Joe decided to test the etymology, using goats’ ribs collected from the Spanish hillside to form the classic Greek amphora outline of two vases. Rib pots? Ribbed vases? I rib ye not.
This morning he will start by making an apron with pockets for his ribs. As a homage to Beckett it may have six pockets down the right hand side and six pockets down the left hand side… A rib-tickling apron. Photos up later today.
Take a look at Joe’s page to see the ingenious method of coding he has devised to match his stoneware transit cases with their porcelain contents. Wish I’d taken a picture of the first five lined up beside their accompanying snipped-off typewriter blocks after having been stamped – lovely shot, but missed!
Joe and I were talking about the possibilities of creating origami cases for porcelain transit today – beautiful but entirely ephemeral caskets that would burn up in the kiln. Transitory in both senses of the word.
Hopefully Joe is back in York now tucked up safe and sound at the Ace Hotel (thanks again guys for putting Joe up) and after a good night’s sleep will arise as cheerfully and sprightly as he departed on Saturday. That’s unless he got diverted by any hen/stag parties in York on his way back to the hostel – York being, it seems, the hen/stag party venue of the North – and wakes with a monumental hangover. But this I doubt very much to have happened, as Joe’s mind is, I feel sure, as pure as the porcelain he throws…
In the meantime there are some lovely photos from Saturday’s session for your delectation on Joe’s page, and we will be adding more tomorrow I am sure.
Just a message to say there are now some new photos up on my page.
And also thank you Robert for your kind words, its been an absolute privilege for me being in the gallery. Im looking forward to next week all ready.