I said: wouldn’t it be interesting to try throwing porcelain?
I said: that clay stash is going to be USED UP before I order any more of anything.
The two sayings, widely separated in time, have come together at last. Because I have no more clay, except beach clay; and a bag of porcelain.
So first: intensive cleaning of tools and surfaces. Some potters introduce coarse dark clay in swirls and marbling to their pristine porcelain for dramatic impact, but I don’t think random smears of buff stoneware would have the same effect at all.
Next: rehydrate and wedge up the big stony sack which has been ignored for years in the back of the garage.
And then: the sun has moved round far enough to shine into the conservatory for an hour or two and make it livable while using the wheel. No more excuses.
Previous attempts have been entirely feeble, so my self-appointed task was to learn the material by trying to make sixteen different shapes. The only thing which came to mind for sixteen small experimental lumps was posy or bud vases, so off I went (labouring away like a five year old trying to make her os round and her bs sit on the line), using as little water as possible and attempting to make every touch count so as not to overwork the material. Each fistful of porcelain sneered at me in a well-bred way, asserting its sense of the indignity of being thrown by an amateur. And then my poky squat little objects went loppy coming off the wheel.
Potters: is porcelain really as difficult as I am finding it, or am I just making a fuss about nothing?