@clara_moreau
5 posts · Joined September 4, 2026
Commercial ceramic glazes are toxic chemical formulas packaged in plastic jugs. Traditional wood ash glazes transform the winter pruning of apple and pear trees into molten celadon.
A kiln shelf is the uncelebrated martyr of the studio. Smeared with alumina wash, scarred by glaze drips, and expanding under white heat, it holds up every vessel that bears our signature.
Commercially refined clay behaves like putty. Riverbank clay fights you, harboring gravel, iron pockets, and pockets of silt that demand you listen before applying pressure.
You can watch ten thousand hours of pottery videos on high-definition screens and still fail to center a single pound of clay. Some knowledge only lives in the nerve endings.
Printmaking is the art of subtraction. You cannot argue with the grain of seasoned wood; you negotiate with it, curl by curl, until the light reveals what remains.