Have you worked on your glutes lately?
That is what my phone says out into the world whenever there in an incoming call. Some extra squats and deep knee bends are a good idea, especially for thine back. I also find myself walking clay back and forth, back and forth, back and forth these days down a narrow hall- I have taken to glimpsing around and doing bicep curls or overhead lifts a la clay weights. Some day some one will catch me and well maybe it’ll catch on and we’ll all get buff. But there are other bottoms to consider. Those of your pots, of anyone’s pots. Just take a gander below at the pots from the “Will you people stop breaking my heart?” post and you will see every one is beautifully finished on the bottom. It may be because these pots are for sale on the net and us future owners want to know what we are getting ourselves into…but(t) it is more likely that these makers understand the importance of a bottom. Bernard Leach has told us this about bottoms, “There in the most naked but hidden part of the work [one] expects to come into closest touch with the character and perception of its maker.” Maybe you just need to shake your tail feather, splash some color on that plumage. I recently came into contact with a mug of Martin Lantin’s at the Seeds Gallery and remember fellow ceramist Alana Wilson (fellow exhibitor in Passages) picking up a Martina mug and swooning a little expressed admiration for that bottom- I did the same at the gallery for the Martina cup in question was just red earthenware dipped in a cream slip freely and beautifully, simple and elegant yet on the bottom there lay a sphere of overgraze of such vibrancy to jolt the eyes and get the heart thumping. I have an affinity for absurdly neon bits. I smiled and contemplated purchasing this little number- as I broke my Martina mug two years ago (see above). Alas, I must be making not collecting, my recent favorite mug took a tumble last week and I yelled “Mother F***er” smiled and said “It had to happen sometime dear friend” with blissful closure as only a potter can. We experience profound love and shattering heartbreak on a daily basis us potters- quite literally. Anyways, up walks the Gallery curator and she has obviously be scratched or pierced or cut or wounded by some bottom lately for she explains to me her biggest pet pieve of the novice- unfinished bottoms- a little too exuberantly for my straight laced business mind, there were after all other customers there to look at art- AT ART! Student Art! One should never scare the willing public aways from novice art, we after all have such few patrons to begin with. Let that be a lesson to me and you: don’t scare away customers and keep those bottoms tight. We must try and make folks enjoy our pots in the gallery, on the dish rack, in the sink, on the shelf, in the hand, everywhere. One way to do that is by caring for the less obvious parts of a pot. Have you worked on your glutes lately?