Setting up a temporary studio, no matter how small or provisional, turns out to be an exercise in restraint. Spoiled by a giant studio with a separate area for making, glazing and firing, my makeshift workspace is essentially a….table.
Though verily I sing the praises of this exceedingly patient piece of furniture, (judiciously stacked, it can hold well over 300 finished pieces, and provides a flat surface for rolling slabs without much complaint), I admit to anxiously checking in on the studio construction ohhh…. at least fifteen times a day.
Having taken up undue horizontal space with one of each jars of slip, a couple of ribs, a needle tool and several paintbrushes, I found myself trying to use diplomacy with the work stool… truly, it was him or me. I won. Or rather… now, I stand.
Throwing standing up has the unexpected effect of limiting the height of my work (unless I use a step ladder, which would never make it past the aforementioned work stool’s totally aggro posture in the corner). So mugs it is!
Handbuilding, by the way, works wonderfully on a sunny summer day. Imagine the surface of each drying platter meticulously covered with tiny insect footprints. Ahh, Appalachia!