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Long days are spent, hair in
ponytail, clay covered old clothing, with the sun streaming in the
windows of the studio and rice bowls lined up waiting to be trimmed. It
is the spontaneity of the wheel that calls me - the luscious curves of
water and wine pitchers, the open
arms welcome of broad salad bowls. But it is the wonderful possibility
of square platters, rectangular baking dishes and triangular dessert
plates that moves me to the slab roller. Now the shelves are filled with
square and round. Later, layers and layers of colour are applied through the dipping of pots into glaze after glaze. Brushing, sponging, and spraying create depth and texture on the surface. Firing the pieces happens almost daily so we can constantly see what the kiln spirits are bringing forth. The studio door stays open and I wander in and out of the courtyard to watch the changing of the seasons. Take a moment for tea on the deck. This wonderful old glove factory - red bricks, pine floors, now provides one window for each year I spent in a basement creating my work. Early in this century 20 people crowded into this generous space working on fine leather gloves for the customers at Eaton’s. Neighbours from the time remember the clanking and pumping of the machines coming out of open windows on hot summer days. And now much of this space is dedicated to making things by hand. I strive for pots that feel good in the hand and are pleasing to the eye. I am told they are pots that make people happy. The days here are an
evolution and a dance. And because I can feel the history around me, when
I work late at night with music playing and one last tray of mugs needing
handles, I know the potter is dancing with the ghosts of makers of gloves. E / thedorans@cogeco.ca
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Shelli
& Mark Eisenberg,
Jewellers
Catharine
McTurk
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