(Even more pictures from Powerscourt)
I ordered some clay last week. I want to start making ceramics again. Not sure what yet, but I am sure I want to use porcelain. So I went to the most popular website and looked up porcelain paper clay. It has paper in with the clay and I really liked the result I got with it. There were a few different porcelain clays so I took a guess and picked one. The delivery details said it would take two days to arrive. I waited patiently. Actually, I waited impatiently.
(One green leaf among the brown)
It arrived on Tuesday, while I was walking in the leaves at Powerscourt. A big box was sitting on the kitchen table when I returned, it was waiting patiently for me. Our big scissors is in the small cutlery drawer in the kitchen and it would have been the best to use but this was a special moment – my first bag of clay. I have a favourite small black crafting scissors so I used that instead. The box was very securely fastened but eventually my scissors and I found a way inside. My clay had been laid on a bed of shredded cardboard and beside it lay a tiny bag of jellies.
I took out the bag of clay and enjoyed remembering how very heavy clay is. Then I slowly undid the metal closure and peeped inside. If I had picked the right clay, the clay I wanted to work with, it would be cream coloured. It was. I’m still not completely sure what I want to make so I started with my old friends – buttons. I took out my tin of tools and promptly stuck my thumb with the point of my knife. It might take some time to remember all I’ve forgotten, the feel of the tools, the smell of the clay, the many ways to manipulate this ancient material.
(I had a great title for this until Pam told me it was a rook, not a crow. Rooks feet?)
So now what? This is the stage of creating that I don’t usually like, where I don’t know what comes next. I’ve been here before and it all worked out fine so I need to trust that it will this time too. I’m going to go slow and take baby steps to the next stage.
In the meantime, I’ll play with the clay and eat the jellies, Mairead.