Kintsugi: Gold Repair of Ceramic Faults

 

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In 1999 I traveled to Japan to participate in several exhibitions hosted by my dear friend Mr. Shiho Kanzaki.  I arrived with gifts for all the many people that were required to make this amazing opportunity a reality for me.

 

After I arrived and was unpacking, I discovered that 4 of the side-fired cups that I’d brought as gifts had been broken by the baggage-handling process.  Without a thought I dumped them into the waste basket in my room.  Sometime later that week, someone came to my room and took out the trash.  

 

After a remarkable 6 weeks in Shigaraki, two exhibitions, travel,  fine food, new friends…my visit came to an end.

 

As often happens there were some “parting gifts” given by me to my hosts; and some gifts were given to me by my hosts.  Among the parting gifts I received, I discovered the 4 cups….but they were all reassembled and mended with silver.

 

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I was rather astonished, as I’d thought that putting them in the waste basket was the last I’d ever see of them. Mr. Kanzaki laughed, as he noticed my incredulity, and said:  “Now, even better than when you brought them!”  Remarkable:  gifting back to me, the cups I’d brought as gifts…only now more valuable than they originally were.

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The Japanese have a long tradition of repairing pots with gold; it’s called “kintsugi” or “kintsukuroi”.  Curtis Benzele tells it this way:  “The story of Kintsugi may have begun in the late 15th century, when the shogun Ashikaga Yoshimasa sent a damaged Chinese tea bowl back to China to be fixed.  It returned held together with ugly metal staples, launching Japanese craftsmen on a quest for a new form of repair that could make a broken piece look as good as new, or better.  Japanese collectors developed such a taste for kintsugi that some were accused of deliberately breaking prized ceramics, just to have them mended in gold.  

 

“The term “kintsugi” means ‘golden joinery’ in Japanese and refers to the art of fixing broken ceramics with a lacquer resin made to look like solid gold” (….and often actually using genuine gold powder in the resin).  “Chances are, a vessel fixed by kintsugi will look more gorgeous, and more precious, than before it was fractured.”

 

Some contend that many Japanese have come to cherish the imperfection of a broken pot repaired in this way….seeing it as a creative addition and/or re-birth to the pot’s life story.   Others say that when something has suffered damage and has a history, it becomes more beautiful.

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It is said by some that the real Japanese purist will only use kintsugi to repair a very old and very valuable ceramic work.  However there is a wide spectrum of thought on this point:  many potters from all around the world repair ‘new’ works that come from the kiln with a flaw or crack.  Sometimes the pots are just so convincing that they beg to be repaired and honored, despite the flaw….or perhaps, because of it.

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Contemporary potters use lacquer, epoxy, gold dust, mica dust, copper dust, silver dust, gold leaf…just to name a few of the materials of choice for repair.  Historically, I suppose, the “museum quality” repair utilizes real gold in some fashion….although of necessity, it is always infused into some kind of liquid matrix to fill the crack.

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It may be that this love of gold repair has led, at least in some indirect fashion, to the use of gold luster as a decorative technique in making new ceramics.

 

Here is a piece by Glenn Grishkoff, using gold luster as a decorative technique.Image 

 

 

Here is a piece of mine utilizing gold luster for decoration.

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Don Pilcher completely covered this piece with gold luster for  dramatic effect.

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Here are a few more examples of the repair work I have done.

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The pot, above was made in Sweden and needed to be repaired as a result of the airlines’ baggage handlers.

 

 

 

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A firebox pot that got knicked by the stoked wood, and then stuck to the floor.

 

 

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This tea bowl came out of the kiln with these cracks that had pulled apart during firing,  and then re-sealed themselves to the bowl, leaving 2 huge gaps in the wall of the pot.

 

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This side-fired wood-fired vase had gotten so hot during firing that the sea shells supporting the sideways pot, actually melted through the wall of the pot.  You can see the gold leaf repair near the center-front of the pot about a fifth of the way up from the bottom.

 

To see the value of a broken pot helps us to see with new eyes.  We see value where we may only have seen trash or detritus.  Perhaps we are less ruthless with broken things….more gentle with those around us who experience brokenness…..less fearful, more hopeful when we ourselves experience brokenness.

 

May we all indulge in ‘golden joinery’.

 

 

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**ALTERING POTS ON THE WHEEL: FLUID, FLOWING, FLIRTATIOUS, FLOURISHING, FUN, FAST AND FIGURATIVE

Recently I’ve been “seeing” the figures in my pots in ways that I hadn’t previously noticed.  The gesture, stance, posture of these pots have led me to be more intentional about alterations that suggest more-figurative works….some of them gender specific.
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The Singing Sisters in Holiday Regalia
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His and hers mugs
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Many of the newest works are not really explicity figurative — they just reference stance and posture.  Many, because of their alterations suggest dance/movement/direction.
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But occasionally I do return to forms that are mores explicitly gender specific, as with these flattened bottles standing on their “tango skirts”:
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This led me to make some extruded vases (not wheel work, obviously).  I was returning to a way of making that I began many years ago.  But with these “fresh eyes” of mine (read that  however you want….  ;-), I began seeing figures in these as well.
They are not meant to be phallic, but rather to the stance, posture, leaning, bending…..all the contortions that our bodies are capable of:
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But this “vamp” in the middle of these next three had me anthropomorphizing them again:
vases extruded figurative DSCF3588And then more explicitly gender references returned:
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None of this is meant to be erotic.  They are the clay equivalents of a figure-drawing class.  It has simply been an exercise of seeing the figure in many of the forms that I have already been making — then pushing them a big more toward the explicitly figurative.
I’ll be teaching a workshop by the above named title** at the Little Pottery Shop on May 17 – 19, 2013 in Frederick MD.  If you are interested in joining in the fun, contact Stephanie Wilhelm at smwceramica@gmail.com  or Tammy Martinez at tmpottery@aol.com.  The workshop will include “how to” instruction and time to try out some new alteration methods and make your own works.  The figurative pots will be part of it, as well as many other wheel-alteration approaches.  Join us if you can.
At the workshop I will also be demonstrating a large variety of wheel-alteration approaches which create pots like this:
stamped rims
bowl rim treatment
textured and stretched bodies
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stamped espresso bean espresso cup
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stamped hosta cup
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stamped wildflower cup
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stamped sumac texture
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stamped fish texture
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facetted teapot
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altered and stretched
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laterally facetted
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laterally facetted
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lobed
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laterally double-facetted
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double-facetted
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facetted bowl
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facetetd bowl
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double-facetted cup
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altered figurative cup on trifoil foot
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lobed and pushed with dancing foot
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rope textured and lobed
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double-facetted
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altered cup with trifoil foot
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altered cup with dancing foot
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double-facetted cup
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facetted cup
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altered cup standing on glaze drip
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ribbed and lobed cup standing on dancing foot with glaze drip
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double-facetted cup with glaze pool foot
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ribbed, lobed, with push-outs
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push-outs and lobed on dancing foot
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double facetted
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textured, pushed, and lobed
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ribbed, pushed and lobed
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textured, pushed and lobed
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altered vase
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four-sided vase
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textured with spiral lobing
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ribbed and lobed
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flattened bottle
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flattened bottle
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squared vase with dancing rim
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squared pouring piece
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altered bowl
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altered bowl
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rope-textured, pushed and lobed
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pushed and stretched
DSC_0840  VASES
rope textured
DSC_0846 ROPE TEXTURED TEA BOWL
stamped coffee bean “tea/coffee” bowl
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altered mug
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altered mug
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facetted vase
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facetted vase
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figurative vase
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squared teapot
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squared vase
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squared vase
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squared baker made on wheel
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So if learning some of these alteration methods interests you, contact Stephanie or Tammy at the email addresses listed above……OR BE IN CONTACT WITH ME TO SPONSOR  A WORKSHOP IN YOUR COMMUNITY
Until next time.
Dick

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Carrying the Empty Cup: Reflections from 3 generations of Japanese potters within the Master/Apprentice tradition

For the last week I have been hosting my Japanese friend, Mr. Hiromi Matsukawa san. The time spent together with Hiromi and his family (wife Chiaki san, and daughter Jun chan) was lively and enlivening. Among other things, we explored Amish country, helped to fire the Notre Dame University anagama, lectured and demonstrated at Goshen College, visited Anthony Schaller’s gallery in St. Joseph, Michigan, and enjoyed two days in Chicago in a condo offered to us by good friends and customers Rick and Cindy Burns. While in Chicago we dutifully sampled the Chicago hot dog at “Superdawg’s”, and Chicago-style pizza at the epic “Lou Malnati’s”. Add a trip to Greek Town and a meal at the Parthenon, and we had the makings of a gastronimic celebration.

Spending time with Hiromi reminded me of my interview with him in Japan. My interviews included Hiromi, Hiromi’s master/sensei Mr. Shiho Kanzaki, and Mr. Kanzaki’s master/sensei Mr. Matsuyama.

I authored an article about the interviews for the January 2003 issue of Ceramics Monthly Magazine. I decided to re-read it last week to remind me of our fine time together in Japan almost 10 years ago.

I offer it here for your enjoyment.
Dick

As my question lingered on the air, Hiromi Matsukawa drew a slow deep breath, squinted his eyes just a bit and pinched his lips together as he leaned back in his chair. The far-away look in his eyes reminded me how far I’d traveled to be sitting with him here in this rural Japanese farmhouse. An early summer breeze brought wafts of earth-smell and water and flowers to mingle with the hint of charcoal cooking fires from years past. Metronomic chopping sounds from the neighbor’s hoe signaled the end of tenacious weeds and increased chances that the premier cucumbers of the season would soon join the first-fruits eggplant that graced the table in front of us. The warm age-darkened wood of this crowded but functional kitchen offered a soothing atmosphere – the bronze walls, a repository of echoes from several generations of life and living. Steam from Matsukawa’s coffee curled and danced and spiraled up through a slant of sunlight where it paused until… exhaling, Matsukawa’s response chased the curls away.

“Perhaps I can best describe my apprenticeship to Kanzaki sensei (master) in this way. It was as if he carried an invisible pitcher in his hand – a pitcher that contained knowledge. The pitcher was always full and ready to be poured, even if the apprentices were not around. As a teacher, Kanzaki was always ready.”

“We apprentices carried invisible cups – although the size and shape of each cup was different. Kanzaki “saw” each apprentice’s cup and poured according to its size and shape. He understood the capacity of each cup: in one he poured a lot, in another he poured only little by little.”

“If the apprentice did not consume what was in the cup, the master could not pour more. If the apprentice had the cup filled from some other source, the master, likewise, would not be able to refill it. And if the apprentice stopped carrying the cup, there could be no more pourings. But if the apprentice drank from the cup, there would always be more room for the cup to be filled again.”

“To receive these pourings is the most important work of the apprentice.”

I would like to step back from this story for a moment to explain how I ended up in the middle of this interview. In past years I have become acquainted with three Japanese potters who are directly related to each other through Master/Apprenticeship relationships:

Mr. Suketoshi Matsuyama is 86 years old and was an apprentice to Mr. Kenkichi Tomimoto. (Tomimoto went on to become a “ningen kokuho” – Living National Treasure.) For his part, Matsuyama, over the course of his career, has been an educator and lecturer, as well as having built his own kiln and having his own studio with several apprentices. Matsuyama has given leadership to artist federations in Japan, has received numerous awards and commendations, has been published, and has exhibited widely in Japan, and occasionally in the U.S.

Mr. Shiho Kanzaki , age 60, was an apprentice to Mr. Matsuyama. Kanzaki is well known in Japan, and perhaps even better known in the U.S. where he built the “Kanzaki/Beamer Dream Kiln” in Pennsylvania, in collaboration with Karl Beamer. Kanzaki has his own kilns and studio in Japan, and has had many apprentices over the years. He has been published, has pioneered new “textured” works from anagama firings (See CM March 1997, “Shiho Kanzaki: Extending The Tradition”), and has a wide exhibition record in Japan, with exhibitions also in Germany and the U.S.

Mr. Hiromi Matsukawa, age 44, was an apprentice to Mr. Kanzaki. (He was also a student of Suketoshi Matsuyama while Matsuyama was teaching at Musashino Art University.) Matsukawa recently set up his studio and built his own kiln in Oodoi, near Okayama. Matsukawa is nearer the beginning of his own independent career but already has a growing exhibition record. He has extensive firing experience, and has accompanied Mr. Kanzaki to the U.S.

Because I am acquainted with all three, and because of their connections to each other, I thought it would be a wonderful opportunity to invite three generations of potters to reflect on their experiences as apprentices and/or masters: asking them to reflect on this system/tradition, and to think about how it has influenced the way they teach, and how they learn.

Mr. Suketoshi Matsuyama:

“As you know, I worked in Tomimoto’s studio for three years. Tomimoto invited me to live at his house. I believe that I may be the only Japanese apprentice of his who was actually living and working with him under the same roof.”

It was common, then, for apprentices to do household duties and to care for the children. So, of course, Matsuyama did some of those tasks. But he spent considerable time assisting in the studio. “I helped him as he was throwing pots: I was to make the wheel move with a belt while he was throwing. There were no electric wheels in those days.”

“While he was working he would lecture me on his craft theory. He tried to tell me everything. I remember the most important thing that he said. He told me, ‘You should not only be making things according to the old pottery traditions. Those are important. But everything comes from Nature. Nature is very important. Look there too’”

Said another way, Tomimoto may have been advising: “Look for new answers. Don’t be afraid to work in ways that are outside of what is Traditional.”

This advice was soon tested as Tomimoto received word from the civil authorities in Tokyo that they would no longer tolerate his smoky kiln. He would have to stop firing or move! This news brought to an abrupt end the apprenticeship of Matsuyama to Tomimoto. This “failure” of the traditional length of apprenticeship, however, held something good. It seemed to Tomimoto that Matsuyama had learned enough in the three years, that his apprenticeship would be considered complete. Matsuyama was now an “independent apprentice”, and it was appropriate for him to publicly refer to Tomimoto as his “master/sensei”.

Early experiences with failure and limitation seem to have been a significant contributor to Matsuyama’s philosophy. He is known as someone who searched for new answers: in his university teaching, he did not teach the separation of Eastern and Western Art as had traditionally been done; he refused to draw sharp distinctions between the artistic value of a great painting and a beautiful flower or small grasses on the side of the road. He taught “through the human and spiritual point of view” seeking “joy in all of life”, whatever life might bring (even though his own life brought much loss and failure). Matsuyama took a slightly higher profile later in his life when he addressed a particular issue of national failure/limitation: he involved himself in, and made significant contributions to some previously-intractable peace and justice issues within Japan, and between Japan and Korea..

Near the end of my visit with him, I asked him if there was anything else that he wanted to tell me. He responded: “There is yet the most important thing: it is that failure makes good. Through failure we can find ways to overcome. In failure we find new beauty.” And for the next 30 minutes, this obviously feeble octogenarian, suddenly regained the vigor and the strength and the voice of someone half his age. He moved about his studio, pulling pot after pot from storage places. “Look at this one! This wood-fired piece did not get to temperature. It was a failure! But look at what beauty occurred when I re-fired it in an electric kiln. And this one……this one I made when I did not have access to a reduction kiln….but I wanted reduction effects so I added reducing material into the electric kiln. Do you see what happened?” And just look at this one: the ash got piled up so fast on this wood-fired piece that it did not melt. I thought it was a total failure until I brushed off all the dry ash. Have you ever seen such a beautiful surface?! And it never could have happened if it had not ‘failed’. Failure helps us to see with new eyes – to discover new beauty.”

Certainly this is not the voice of a purist/traditionalist. Tomimoto’s advice had found a home in Matsuyama sensei’s spirit. “Yes, yes, my apprentices come here to learn ceramics, and they come here with purpose. And so they should see all my ways of working and all my techniques. But eventually they have to learn for themselves. Just like I do. That is the value of failure.”

In that moment I began to understand that Matsuyama had crossed over from “maker” to “receiver”. No, I am not saying that he does not possess skills to make the objects he wants to make. But he not only possesses the skills and techniques to “make”, he has acquired the eyes and spirit to “receive”. Suddenly the last three sentences of his artist statement – words I’d read repeatedly with only confusion to show for my efforts – began to make some sense to me: “Vessels cannot be made but they are born. I don’t make works but they are brought to me. A whole new life is brought to the one who holds all the experiences, but doesn’t stick to them.”*

Mr. Shiho Kanzaki:

Kanzaki’s apprenticeship to Mr. Matsuyama is unusual, by any standard. While he never spent even one month working for Mr. Matsuyama in a traditional apprenticeship role, Mr. Kanzaki has received from Mr. Matsuyama the designation of “independent apprentice”. While I made efforts to discover the details of this unusual departure from traditional assumptions about apprenticeships, I continually came up against comments like this: “Well, it is just difficult to explain.”

What did pervade and surmount these repeated comments was a growing understanding that “difficult” did not mean “embarrassing”, or “awkward”, or “complicated” – it was not difficult in that way. It seemed to be “difficult” in the same way that sharing a profound experience is difficult……the way trying to describe an “epiphany” to someone else is challenging…..the way putting words to a sacred experience is almost impossible. Whatever occurred between these two men, Kanzaki IS Matsuyama’s apprentice. And Matsuyama IS Kanzaki’s master/sensei. And the loyalty and mutual obligation that continues between master and apprentice is as ever-present between these two men – under these circumstances – as it would have been had Kanzaki spent 10 years in a traditional apprenticeship to Matsuyama.

It would be impossible to condense my hours of interviews with Kanzaki. But I’d like to point to one aspect of the discussion. Kanzaki and I had a conversation about how he continues to learn…….and how he (as a master) teaches.

Regarding learning: Kanzaki said that at the early stages of learning there might be the need for inspiration that comes from outside of oneself. When he was much younger, he would sometimes begin “intentional learning” by examining pots, or images of pots, that he found interesting. He said that he tried to look only at the things that were most stimulating to him. And then, he would view a single piece continually for two days. If after two days of constant looking, he was still fascinated with the piece, he would measure it as a piece worth learning from.

After this initial concentrated looking, Kanzaki would not look at the piece for at least one year. (And he would not try to make a piece that was inspired by this work for at least a year.) Instead he would let the image of the work, and his own imagination, begin to mature in his mind. He describes this process as “chasing the image”. The image would begin to change as it integrated into Kanzaki’s heart and soul and spirit. As the image changed, Kanzaki continued to chase it. Over time, it became his own….not so much resembling the initial form, but having been distilled into something of the spirit of the initial piece – having been flavored by his own spirit. And thereafter, as the making eventually began, the chase continued. The works themselves began to inspire a new round of chasing. “It is a matter of making works according to my own mind and heart and spirit,” Kanzaki emphasized. “If you are a ceramic artist, all your life and spirit and self can be explained through your work.”

“But how do you teach your apprentices to make these kinds of works?” I asked.

Kanzaki went on to say that he never demonstrates the making process for his apprentice: they never watch him actually make the pots. “Why?” I wondered aloud. “How can this approach teach the kind of making that you describe?”

“If I show them how to make a chawan (teabowl), maybe my apprentices will always be only tracing my work. Maybe they will not be making works that come from their own heart and spirit. Sometimes my apprentices ask me, ‘How do you do that?’ Sometimes I say, ‘I don’t know.’ In this way I help them discover for themselves. Of course they make some failures when they try to make their works. But there is much learning by trying and failing.” (We can hear the echoes of Matsuyama’s convictions about the ultimate value of learning from failures.) “And if I tell them how, from the beginning, they will not know, forever, the things they did not learn by trying. In this way, I teach them everything that I know. If I told them all the details of ‘how-to-do’, they might be successful one time. But by failing, they will have learned in a way that will cause them to be successful every time in the future. If I show them how, they know only that technique and cannot change easily. If I don’t show them how, my apprentices have to be thinking, thinking, thinking to learn many ways of working and making……then they can change their way of working easily, and make the works that come from their own heart and spirit.”

“This is the important learning: to know more than technique. In this way I open all secrets to my apprentices. To have a big heart is to open all secrets. And big hearts can make big works. And if my apprentices learn this important lesson, they will become successful at making their own works. And if they become successful, I do not hate or envy them. To envy their success would be to have a small heart…and small hearts can make only small works. No, to the contrary, I am very proud when my apprentices succeed in learning all my ‘secrets’. I will have been, for them, the ‘founder’ of this way of working.”

“I always try to teach my apprentices everything…… to teach them to go beyond all that they have been taught. To really learn my ‘techniques’ is to make their own works which go beyond my works – works which express their heart, soul and spirit.”

Mr. Hiromi Matsukawa:

Matsukawa’s apprenticeship to Kanzaki lasted eleven years: eleven years of being on-call nearly 7 days per week. Eleven years of receiving a “kozukai” (allowance/stipend/pocket money, in addition to the provisions of food, clothing and housing) of 10,000 Yen (about $100) each month. (Interestingly Matsukawa lived quite frugally over those years, and saved almost $15,000, in preparation to set up his own studio, once he became an independent apprentice.) Eleven years of learning by not-being-shown…..eleven years of carrying the empty cup that kept getting filled.

Once, near the end of Matsukawa’s apprenticeship, Kanzaki called all the apprentices together for a little quiz: “What is my most important lesson to you? What am I trying to teach you?” (What is it that I am pouring into your cup?)

Matsukawa answered, “Your lesson to us is that we are to express ourselves as fully as possible – with all our might and strength; to be ourselves, and to work within the limitations that greet us; but, through our works, to express our spirit, mind and heart, as best we can.”

“Yes!” said Kanzaki.

As time has passed, Matsukawa says that he is learning additional lessons in retrospect: He recalls the day that he and Kanzaki were firing the anagama during particularly difficult weather. They were firing in turns: Kanzaki stoking while Matsukawa watched….and vice versa. The firing was not going so well. It was Kanzaki’s turn to stoke when Mrs. Kanzaki came to the kiln to watch. Suddenly Kanzaki said to Matsukawa, “You begin stoking now.” And with that Kanzaki walked away and up the hill that was behind the kiln. Matsukawa was worried: Where is he going? Why is he leaving me here alone with this difficult kiln? How long will he be away?

After a while, Kanzaki returned with a lovely white wild lily flower in his hand. He gave the flower to his wife, and resumed stoking. Suddenly the firing began to improve.

Matsukawa wondered to himself: How/why could Kanzaki have noticed that little flower when he was in the middle of such a difficult firing? And how is it that the firing improved when he returned?

“Since then,” commented Matsukawa, “I have come to learn that it is most important to see the whole picture at all times – not just the kiln – not just the problem that is immediately in front of me. We know that we have five senses. But I think that there is perhaps at least a sixth or maybe a seventh sense. And it has to do with our sensitivity toward all of the rest of the world. Real concentration is not focusing on a single thing. Real concentration is taking in all things—the entire environment. Real concentration is seeing the lily flower in the middle of such a time as that.”

I asked Matsukawa how it is that he would describe “the full measure of success” in a master/apprentice relationship. He paused for long minutes before saying, “During my apprenticeship years, I ‘grew up’: I gained skills, I became more successful, I began to learn the most important lessons, and my cup continued to be filled. Also during this time Kanzaki grew up: he became more successful too.”

“If there is a good match between the master and the apprentice, both can grow and succeed and change: there is mutual benefit. The benefits are different for each, of course, But a poor match can inhibit the growth of both. It is a little like the relationship between a husband and a wife: while it may be difficult to put words on the exact qualities for a successful marriage, we know when it is happening successfully, and when it is not. The measure of the most successful relationships is when there is mutual benefit.”

Matsukawa continued, “I want to add one more thing. Earlier I told you, ‘To receive is the most important work of the apprentice.’ But there is another equally important job of the apprentice. After receiving, it is important that you take all that you have been given and invest it into and through your work, just as Matsuyama and Kanzaki have done. In fact, all the work I make comes through Matsuyama sensei and Kanzaki sensei. The pots were not made by me alone. Yet the works are wholly my own. But one must make work, not only to satisfy oneself….not just for self-satisfaction or self-expression. That is not enough, of course. The work must satisfy others and share happiness with them. The works dare not satisfy only the one who produced them.”

As I listened to this wonderful and endearing paradox, I could not help but believe that both are true at the same time: wholly my own, but not just for me. There is a similar and beautiful mystery in the way the true artist/apprentice looks backward, honoring the teachings of the master…..but, at the same time, looks forward, honoring the master by surpassing the master. It is the remarkable paradox of mutuality.

Matsukawa reminded me of something Matsuyama used to say: “Aging and gaining experience makes you more sensitive to nature and beauty. The older we get…….the more we grow up…..the more we are able to see real beauty – in nature, and in others.”

“The ability to continue to have your cup filled,” said Matsukawa, “depends on a sense of humility: the ability to receive even from the smallest, youngest, and least significant. If you remain ready to receive, then your cup can be filled.” Maybe the real meaning of ‘ independent’ apprentice is that you keep carrying an empty cup……waiting….expecting it to be filled: not by any single person or master, but by and through your increasing abilities to apprehend, receive, recognize, express, and embrace beauty.

Some final thoughts:

I should say, perhaps, what I am not trying to do by sharing these stories: I am not trying to form or draw any conclusions about the whole of the Japanese Master/Apprentice Tradition, based on these few specific anecdotal narratives. Such a goal could only be the aim of a far-more systematic, disciplined and far-reaching project.

What we might be able to do, however, is to make some observations about how the system/tradition served these three men, in their individual and quite-different life circumstances. We can observe that this system seems to have had a certain amount of flexibility built into it –that it was responsive and not rigid: at least in how it operated in the lives of these three. And within the flexibility there seems to have been (what Eric Erikson’s theory of psychosocial development calls) generativity: the ability to pass along, to subsequent generations, important techniques and values and vision and inspiration….in a manner that will allow them to surpass us.

But perhaps of even more importance to us, these anecdotal narratives may give us all the opportunity to reflect upon our own settings and to ask ourselves: how are we contributing toward generativity?

If I may offer just a few observations in this regard: with even a few moments of reflection, it is clear that here in North America (and I address this location, not to the exclusion of others, but only because this is my area of familiarity) we have a remarkable number of organizations and events and systems in place which may function to pass along what is important: we have national workshops like the Wooster Functional Ceramics Workshop and other similar events which focus on a specific area of the clay discipline; we host international conferences like NCECA; there are an abundance of craft centers and residencies which serve us – we could name Anderson Ranch, Arrowmont and the Archie Bray Foundation, without even exhausting the A’s; demonstration workshops by accomplished practitioners are held at colleges, universities, and professional guilds; we are resourced by College and University course-of-study opportunities, professional Ceramics Periodicals, the wonderful proliferation of books, texts, and videos in the field of ceramics; and (to the extent that they are not only focused on marketing) exhibitions…..to mention just a few.

Perhaps it is precisely because we, here in North American, have not inherited a “system” – or some other prescribed tradition– that we have this abundance of methods that hold within themselves the possibility of our being generative. Yet their mere presence does not insure that we will move, with generativity, toward the “other”. That, it seems to me, is the challenge of our living. And Matsuyama sensei’s words may indeed be the measure of whether we are meeting the challenge of living, by really “growing up”: “The older we get…….the more we grow up…..the more we are able to see real beauty – in nature, and in others.”

Dick Lehman
Copyright January 2003
All rights reserved

This article is reprinted with expressed permission from the December 2003 issue of Ceramics Monthly Magazine, PO Box 6102, Westerville OH 43086-6102, USA; http://www.ceramicsmonthly.org

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Springtime, New Work, and Weddings

Hello friends.

Springtime came early to Indiana.  It’s that season of the year that I begin to make “saggar-fired pots”… those which some paleotologists who have seen them have dubbed “fast fossils”.  (You can Google “carbonization fossils” to see how Mother Nature, in her own sweet time, makes fossils that are not too different from what this firing process produces.)

Here are a few images and detail images to show the magic and mystery this way of firing creates:

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And here are a few more:  just look at this magic!

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There are more than 2 dozen of these saggar-fired works on my web site:  go to   http://www.dicklehman.com and select this link at the top of the page:    ceramics for sale.  There you can use the “sort” mechanism at the top of the page, selecting “saggar firing” as the technique, and you will see all of these works currently offered.

I also have some new work to show you.  When our son announced his engagement, it came with a request for 250 cups for the guests who are invited to the wedding.  I’ve been working on some new things for them……and as a result, have some new things to offer you on the web site as well.  Here is a glimpse of some of the new “nature inspired” cups that will be at the wedding and which are offered on the web site as well.  (Thanks to Jack Troy who inspired this way of working.)

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You’ll also find new cups:

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…new figurative “His and Hers: mugs:

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…some lovely wall vases:

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…bowls:

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and vases:

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espresso sets:

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pitchers:

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Visit the web site often, as there will be plenty more new things for you to see.  Please keep me in mind for your wedding, anniversary and holiday gifts over the summer.

Happy Springtime, everyone!

Dick

 

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Results from the March 2012 wood-firing

 

Here is what the kiln looked like when we opened it last Friday.   It had been cooling since the previous Sunday after having been fired for about 50 hours…utilizing 3 cords of mixed hardwoods.

 

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As it turned out we could have benefitted from having a few of the “sentinels” to warn us not to sit the unloaded pots next to a rank of wood that was listing a bit.  When we were about half finished with the unloading, we heard a terrible crash….. and then abject silence for 15 or 20 seconds as we tried to take in what had just happened.  Half the walll of wood fell onto the pots.  There were about 40 pieces buried under the split wood.  A little more than half survived, with everyone having some losses, and all being pleased that a few of their works survived the crash.  In this image you can see only parts of several pots.  The rest are still buried under the wood.

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Here are a few of the “sentinals” that you may have seen in the previous blog in the unfired state:

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And of course, there were the six singing sisters.  I’ll show you three of them with front and back views:

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And finally, here are a few more images of works that we unloaded last Friday:

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Soon I will be mounting more of these new works on my web site   http://www.dicklehman.com    (go to the “Ceramics For Sale” link at the top of the page).

Also, check out my Esty store for some other new wood-fired works.

Dick

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The next wood-firing: beginning March 30

 

So this is what the kiln site looked like after we completed the loading, and before we bricked up the doorway.  Only partially visible is the nearly 3 cords of wood that John split in the last months.  Thanks John!

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Here’s another view:

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Here are some of the works of mine that are in this firing:  The “Four Wise Sentinels”.

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The “Dance of the Flattened Bottles”:

 

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And the “Six Singing Sisters”:

 

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And an assortment of trays, wall vases, teabowls, and much more:  cups, vases, bottles, facetted bowls….

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After the tiring work of loading, we have taken a week to get back to work and to rest up a bit for the exertion of the coming firing.  Not only the works have been loaded, but our hopes and wishes and anticipations — along with our pursuit of mystery and surprise.  I’ll let you know how it goes.

Dick

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BEAUTY IS THE VOCATION OF CLAY Dick Lehman

“Beauty is the vocation of the world.”***  And the world is full of clay.  Could it be that beauty is the vocation of clay?

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You likely already know that clay is derived from weathering of other rocks.  But did you know that one third of the sedimentary rock in the world is derived from clay?  Rocks being re-made into rocks through clay.  Or that if you spread all the clay that exists evenly, it would create a layer at least a mile thick over the surface of the whole Earth?  Think of that!  (Yet that would account for only about one tenth of one percent of the earth’s volume.)

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Just one gram of this clay powder (that’s about half a thimble- full) can have a total surface area larger than a football field.  “A (single) particle of clay (dropped into four inches of water )will take 860 years” to settle to the bottom!

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If you took a pinch of that gram of clay and placed it under an electron microscope you would see, depending on the kind of clay, an amazing array of crystal formations:  wild labyrinthan lava tubes, piles of hexagonal bars, “millions of parchment sheets each, curled slightly at the edge…fireworks…the corona of the sun during an eclipse…dense growths of watercress…a cupboard full of plates…a bowl full of needles…the capillaries of the lungs…the wall of a stomach, the intricate folds of the womb.”

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Alone, these clay crystals are both remarkable and beautiful.  Should we be surprised that Beauty is the vocation of clay?

“Physicist Erwin Schrodinger speculated (on what I would call Beauty, with an upper case ‘B’) that the fundamental building blocks of life would require an ‘aperiodic crystal’ — that is, an ordered and repeated structure that left room for a whole variety of actualizations…supple and dynamic to engage and accommodate the constantly shifting behaviors of metabolism, growth, and reproduction.”  Later discoveries rather confirmed his hypothesis:  “DNA fulfills these conditions…but so does clay.”

“There are only two things in the universe that require liquid water for their existence:  organic life and clay.”

And those who speculate on the origins of life through both science and myth are quick to connect organic life and clay:  “The seeds of organic life, attracted to the patterns of a clay matrix, might well have found there the structure that makes all of us possible, and the means to maintain and reproduce it.”

“Richly patterned clays might have served at templates for biosynthesis, that is, for the beginning of organic life.”

“…it is easy to believe that the protected interior of such a crystal might have been the site where organic polymers of the sort that would form nucleic and amino acids were born.”

“…seaborn clays on ancient Earth, deriving their energy by feeding on CO2, nitrogen, and light, might produce the building blocks of organic life.”

The Genesis 6 story speaks of the sons of God coming down to earth to begot children on the daughters of men.  “Perhaps this Genesis story can symbolize the rise of life as we experience it, from the joining of organic and inorganic realms.  Wouldn’t it be strange if, in the history of the living, clay performed the function of angels?”

Perhaps it is no coincidence that some clay crystals resemble wombs.  Is it a surprise to us that “adam”, the name for the first man in the Christian creation myth, is the Hebrew word for clay? This word, this substance is now remarkably connected to physicists, chemists, biologists, theologians and philosphers who, two millenia hence, are still trying to unravel life’s origins and meaning….to unravel Beauty.

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But beauty is also in the making.  As potters, we know this in our hearts.    We make beauty.  We make objects that approach  life’s fragile moments to offer beauty and order to them.  We  attempt to be “sufficiently supple and dynamic (and responsive in order) to engage and accommodate the shifting behaviors”, needs and growth of those who use our works.

William Bryant Logan, in speaking of how “alive” clay is, says that “If we admit that clay is alive, we must say that it is both more ancient, more widespread in the universe, more durable and more powerful than we are.  Yet it is also less supple and less about to make abrupt transformations.”

Perhaps on a macro level, this is where we potters fit in.  We are supple — or at least we can be.  Celebrating our own visual literacy, while being responsive to those who use our works, we  use clay to make beauty that points to Beauty….that participates in Beauty.

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Like contentment, hope, pleasure, faith, joy, love and inspiration…….Beauty cannot fully be quantified.  It remains a mystery — but one in which we have the luxuriant choice of participating.

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***  All quotes and much of the technical information about clay are taken, with thanks, from William Bryant Logan’s poetic, playful, and almost prayer-like book,  DIRT  The exstatic Skin of the Earth.

Dick Lehman is a studio potter in Elkhart, Indiana.  You can see more of his writing and his pottery at   www.dicklehman.com

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THANK YOU, MALCOLM

Malcolm Davis

Earlier this week we lost one of the greats in the ceramics field:  Malcolm Davis.  He died during PT shortly after a hip replacement.

Like Malcolm, I left ‘formal’ ministry pursuits when I ‘discovered’ that I was really a potter.  Malcolm’s legacy of generotivity, humility and humor will be with us for generations.

Malcolm was in the middle of curating a Shino glaze exhibition for NCECA 2012.  I hope someone picks up the details so that he can be honored through the exhibition.

Many of us knew him primarily as the creator of a glaze that we coveted and used (because of his generosity).  At a Shino conference at NYU where several of us Shino pratitioners were presenters, Malcolm was quick to point to those before him…even students, who had made some of the first breakthroughs to a glaze that could achieve ultra carbon trapping.

This piece of mine was included in a ceramics text. Asked for a title, I simply titled the piece :Thank You Malcolm

Malcolm encouragedd all of us to use his glaze, and then share what we’d learned.  Here is a detail of one of my rope-textured, side-fired pieces:

Rope-textured pot with Malcolm's Shino glaze.

One of my works, using Malcolm’s glaze, made the cover of the Ceramics Monthly Magazine in March 2005:

Malcolm's glaze with ash, colorants and flux added.

The extent to which Malcolm insinuated his way into others’ successes may never be fully known.  Certainly I want to recognize and thank him for his generosity to me.

Thank you, Malcolm.

 

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DISCOVERING BEAUTY

The last time I spoke with you I described the process of waiting that takes place for wood-firing potters:  months of making and preparation; cords and cords of wood gathered, split and seasoned; days of loading the kiln; a week or more of 24/7 firing; and then the WAITING….

During that waiting period I often find myself second-guessing my decision-making:  was that clay body appropriate for the location that I selected in the kiln?; should the pot-sitters on those wall vases have been wider so that they won’t have fallen over during the stresses of firing?; was the side-stoking too rambunctious? — were those noises that I heard coming  from pots that fell over?;  were those side-fired pots in the best location?

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Did I include the “right” clay bodies for the species of wood that I selected for the firing?;  did I fire hot enough…too hot?;  did I soak the kiln at top temperature long enough?;  was the cooling slow enough to allow for crystal growth and the lovely complexity that comes from it?

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And I find myself wondering:  how will this firing surprise me?;  what kinds of results will I see that I never could have imagined?

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 What were some of my “inspired” decisions in loading that will only become evident when we unload?; how will my visual literacy be expanded by this process which — on every level — is a collaborative event:  not only am I collaborating with other peiople to pull of this huge physical and emotional undertaking, but I collaborate with the weather over the course of the roughly 60 years that affected the growth and chemical content of the bark and cambium layer of trees that I’m using for fuel, I colaborate with combustion chemistry of which I know pitifully little, I collaborate with the variations in clay chemistry, with barometric pressure, with wind and rain, with the magical unpredicability and capriciousness of a process of which one does not fully control.

And so……we waited.  And then we finally unloaded.  As some say….it is Christmas!!  And yes it is…..but too, it is sometimes……well….Halloween. And then there are those Halloween pieces that reveal themselves as better than Christmas after I have had a period of time to take them in, to shake off my imposed expectations, to allow my understanding of beauty to be shaken-up and expanded….enriched (“don’t toss that piece in the dumpster just yet…..sit with it a while and come to know it”).

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And there are the pieces that surpass, by so far, my expectations that I just wilt in awe at their beauty!

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I am not only a maker…..I am a receiver….these works aren’t entirely mine….yet they are mine alone:  the wonderful and endearing paradox that these works are not just for me…but they are also wholly mine.

This is a process that grows over time, for those of us in wood-firing.  And the learning that is gained from wood-firing expands to much of the rest of life.  I’m reminded of the words of Mr. Matsuyama — the teacher of one of my teachers:  “Aging and gaining experience makes you more sensitive to nature and beauty.  The older we get….the more we ‘grow up’…the more we are able to see real beauty — in nature…….. and in others.”

May we all continue to find this beauty!

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Copyright November 28, 2011

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WAITING

On Sunday I completed the week of firing at the University of Notre Dame anagama.  We’d spent three weekends preparing wood…two days loading the kiln, and 7 days of firing to about 2500 degrees F.

Now we are waiting.  Waiting for the results of the firing for 12 potters/ceramics artists, 6 cords of wood, and days of envisioning and hope.

Here’s an article from some years ago, about a similar time of waiting.  Enjoy!

WAITING

DICK LEHMAN

copyright December, 1995

We had come from many places with varied motivations.  We had  caffein-ed through the night, our trucks weighted down with “the goods”; we had traveled all day, through 3 or 4 States, cartop carriers groaning under the pounds of pots which had  ‘wonder’ wedged into them, ‘purpose’ pulled through the throwing rings, and ‘hope’ hardening as pots dried on the ride.  Others of us merely walked from dorm or home, or from “real” jobs close-by with boxes of yet-to-be-sintered forms in tow, skidding across the base of snow.

We were English majors, and nurses; orchid-growers and builders.  We were professional clay artists and administrators.  We were teachers, writers,  cooks and psychiatrists, and all…learners.  We were all…potters.


Our life stories were like yours:   carpenter ants in our attics, driveways that needed to be shoveled, and exams for which to study.  Our pantries were full for the winter, there was venison in the freezer, we had good books to read.  We were falling in and out of love.  Our relatives were very ill, were recovering…..were fine.  We felt inquisitive, sentimental, curious, nervous, bored and contented.    And our pots told all these stories — to those who listened.

The clays themselves must have thought it a convention, being gathered as they were from the corners of the nation, and from Europe.  Oh the stories which could have been told from eons of geological time spent waiting!… stories far more complex and interesting than the ones which of late had caused this clay to change shape and be gathered here. One can almost imagine those conversations  as pots sat by the hundreds awaiting loading, arranged by height, by maker, by clay-type, by firing preference.

“Did you hear the story of the silica?…how it rested in the light of this same Huntingdon moon for scores of centuries, waiting,… only to be uprooted, crushed, ground, sieved,  bagged and shipped off halfway across the continent?   Now, mixed with peers who carry equally long views of history and pre-history, it returns to Huntingdon — to sit once more under the same moon, and to await an experience which will change it forever.”

The mountains of pots were dwarfed only by the stacks of firewood ready to collaborate in bringing  the clay to a new place of waiting…slabs with only 70 or 100 year-stories…trees which no doubt had  been nourished by, and now stored some of the mineral solubles which had accompanied the silica through the eons of pre-history…wood which in the inferno of the firebox would very soon redeposit these  exact minerals on the very  material which had held it for so long.

As the last of the side stoking  was completed  the kiln seemed to shudder, to shiver. And I shivered a reply,   inhaling a soul full of new energy, feeling for a moment like I could stoke for another three days.  But it was time to close the stoke holes, to join the others for supper, and make a small Glenlivet toast to hope, to our own time of waiting , and a full night’s sleep.

What had been a restful slumber was abruptly ended by a fitful dream:  a raucous woodpecker rapped incessantly.  Exasperated,  I cracked one eye and the bird flew off, disappearing mysteriously into the swirling steam of a fresh cup of coffee just a few inches from my nose.  The pecking sound ended…a distant chuckle:  my host had tired of waiting for me to wake up — breakfast was served.

After breakfast our host announced that we would be going on a secret mission known only to him:  “dress warm” was the only instruction.  After a short drive we arrived at Sinking Valley, then walked to the mouth of the cave.  Tytoona Cave was formed by a stream cutting under a mile-long hill.  It was a low anagama-shaped bluff, and the cave’s interior seemed to mimic the shape of the exterior.  Having just completed three and a half days of firing, I believe we all saw the similarity.

Flashlights were distributed at the cave’s foreboding entrance.  The intense cold had caused the seeping water at the cave’s mouth to freeze into giant “stalac-teeth” — rows of uppers and lowers giving the mouth a beastly appearance.  We picked our way through and around the fangs, and progressed past the second curve, where light from the outside no longer penetrated.

The water was high, and the noise inside had the moaning rush of a firing at it’s height:  the rocks around which the water rushed were the pots…the darkness in the cave, as efficient as the blinding white light of the kiln…the orchestration of resonance,  as thunderous and delicate as the flames.  We each found our way to a spot of our own, groping along in this lightless belly of the earth, mesmerized by the timpanic thunder and the delicate filigree….waiting in the music of the stream.

Individually we returned to the mouth of the cave, having had the chance to make peace with something larger than ourselves.  We traveled to the opposite end of the kiln-hill, stopping at the base of the last large bluff to unpack our politically correct lunch:  sandwiches made of Jewish rye, Swiss cheese, Korean kimche, and Norwegian sardines.  It wasn’t much — almost more  a sacrament than a lunch.

We were silent as we climbed through knee-deep snow to the crest.  Looking down a hundred feet or more, we saw the flue of the cave:  mysterious swirling plumes of water, not unlike the orange-red curls at the top of our chimney not so long ago.  Jack told us the tragic tale of the lone scuba diver who attempted, but failed, to negotiate the entire route of the underground river.  I winced at her misguided misfortune, but used the last bite of my sandwich to toast her courage.

Only four more days of waiting until advent:  we unload on Thursday.

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