THOUGHTS
ON CLAY
AND CLAY SUBSTITUTES
By:
Kit Cornell
CLAY
The clay that forms the crust of our planet is what I use
in my work as a potter and educator. Clay is the result of
the weathering of rock over thousands, even millions of years. I either harvest it myself or have a blend of natural clays
mixed by a clay supplier delivered to my studio . In my career
as a potter, I have used earthenware, stoneware and porcelain
(more varieties of each than I can count). I love clay! It's
a natural material, easy to form, and smells sweetly of the
earth. Dug oneself, it's a free gift of nature, and even if
you buy it, it ought not cost more than pennies a pound. Iron-rich
earthenware clays are abundant. Most clays dug in New Hampshire
are grey or green in their raw state, and fire to a rich,
deep red, sometimes with a flecking of mica or other minerals. Com-mercial earthenwares are available which may be white,
beige, brown or red.
If handled with care, clay is an excellent
material for artistic expression and appropriate for school
use at every level. It is remarkably easy to get a student's
attention if you hand them a lump of clay. . . their fingers
begin to explore, their imagination kicks in and they are
off on a creative journey. In terms of safety, clay contains
silica and other toxic substances which are hazardous primarily
by inhaling the dust. Whenever possible, use already-mixed
moist clay, keep it damp while in use, wipe tables with a
wet sponge, keep floors clean by wet-mopping regularly, and
avoid sanding pieces in an enclosed area.
Glazes are mixtures of minerals that melt at a certain temperature. They may be used to coat clay pieces. Remember, using glaze is optional. All earthenware clays can be glazed--a variety of underglazes and
glazes are available, as well as clear glazes-- that will seal the
piece for functional use. Only no-lead glazes should be used, and
safety information should be requested and read carefully. As with
clay, one should avoid creating dust from dried glaze.
The hurdle of hardening (firing) clay
pieces is far from insurmountable. Many New Hampshire schools now
have kilns. If you don't have a kiln of your own, there may be a
school, an art center, or a local potter you can work with in a
mutually productive way. No matter what kiln you use, remember that
it must be vented to the outside. Firing clay releases toxic fumes
that must not be inhaled.
Increasingly, I have become aware of plastic substitutes for
clay, neatly packaged brownie-sized or larger rectangles of
an easily moldable clay-like material in the most brilliant
colors one can imagine. Some labels state, "Better than
Clay" and indicate a home oven is all that's needed to
immortalize any resulting creation. The cost for a two-ounce
package is about $1. 00 per ounce (or $16. 00 per pound). When
compared with clay, the cost of these plastic substitutes
is high, but the selling points of these substitutes are its
ease of hardening (no kiln required, a toaster oven will do)
and that the brilliant colors require no glaze materials. I have found that these clay substitutes are not as responsive
to touch like clay, but they do not dry out as much as clay
in use.
Because I'm always interested in learning more, I recently spoke
with some knowledgeable people about these plastic polymer clay
substitutes. Here's some of what I've learned.
Polymer Clay is not clay, but a
vinyl chloride plastic. It's a polymer product created by the petroleum
industry; it's made from oil. If you have a concern with the amount
of oil we import and the problems created thereby, then using natural
clay may be preferable to using Polymer Clay.
In order to make vinyl chloride plastic malleable, additives are
included in their formulation. The effects of these additives when
inhaled or absorbed through the skin is uncertain. Among these additives
are phthalates, suspected by many to cause developmental and/or
reproductive problems. For additional information, please refer
to an excellent book by Colborn/Myers/Dumanoski, titled Our Stolen
Future. The phthalate DEHP has been removed from several polymer
products because it was listed as an animal carcinogen. It has been
replaced by other phthalates which have not yet been fully tested
for cancer, developmental and/or potential reproductive effects.
Some clay substitutes display warning
information on the wrapper, and it is always wise to read the fine
print. Cautions relating to the hardening of these materials in
toaster oven or regular oven bear special consideration, as toxic
fumes are a real hazard. Most polymer clay substitutes prominently
display the nontoxic label from the Art and Craft Materials Institute
(ACMI). The ACMI, as I understand it, is comprised of manufacturers
of arts and craft products. This association hires toxicologists
to evaluate products, and if a product passes, it may be stamped
and sold to consumers bearing the ACMI's non-toxic label. This label
means that users will not be exposed to significant amounts of known
chronically toxic ingredients. All art materials have a Materials
Safety Data Sheet (MSDS), which is available from the manufacturer. It is valuable to request this information from the manufacturer
in order to learn about the products ingredients and potential hazards.
Monona Rossol, of the Arts, Crafts
and Theatre Safety (ACTS), an organization which monitors
products and works to make citizens aware of potential problems,
cautions, "Don't believe everything you read: Educate
and Protect Yourself.
" I couldn't have said it
better!'' -Kit-
North
Country
Studio Conference '03
By
Ron Tornow
Arnie
Zimmerman led the workshop I attended titled Mining Inspiration.
My attendance was assured by a Scholarship award from
and Potters Guild and the NCSC the latter's first. Arnie's
credentials and creative contribution to the clay community
have been impressive over the last 3 decades. He has
evolved as an artist from producing 30 monumental forms in
the 80's to a smaller scale of work at present. Yet
larger then average to many in the workshop.
We were encouraged to bring some object or photos
of work that inspired us. Arnie provided a technique
that could be employed to construct the form. His technique
starts with rolling clay and (as many do to make a long spout
) sliding a rod through the roll to create a tube. A
base is then made similar to the slab and wall construction
of a house. The tubes attached to the base (assembled
in monkey bar or triangular pattern) form a strong structure
not too distant from the strength the Geodesic Principle provides.
This system offers the advantage of working large without
the difficulty of working with a heavy mass of clay ,as well
as, the ability to curve or arch the sculpture. The
technique was easily employed under Arnie's watchful eye and
large forms began to emerge. Most of the 11 students
were able to produce multiple sculptures in a relatively short
period of time. Arnie commented on the high degree of
professionalism shown by the group.
Some were advised to abandon the
technique if it didn't work well with there objectives. I
never employed the technique but have it as a tool should
I need it in the future. At the time I applied for the
scholarships I had a mind set that I would use this opportunity
to break from the past and experiment with a subject and technique
that I have not experienced. My inspiration to be mined
into a body of work would be figurative. The technique
I would employ would be slab constructed cylinders that I
could push the clay out from the inside and in from the outside
to make my nude relief forms.
Since I thought Arnie might consider
me unresponsive not to follow his instructions. I didn't
feel comfortable as I held my breath and started my slab cylinders.
When Arnie made his appearance at my table I explained
myself. I found he had a lot besides tubes to offer.
The first piece I made was about 12 h. x 6w. Arnie
suggested I make 9 more. I lost some time rolling slabs
but had ten done and ready for comment on Saturday morning,
a day and a half after I started. To my surprise
not only does Arnie believe in the benefits of working in
series but also working larger. Now he asked me to make
5 , 21 h. forms with a 1" slab.
I new I had to use the slab roller
in the throwing room next door now. So with some disruption
to that class I began to go through 150 lbs of clay to make
3 units. Lifting 35 lbs of clay and placing it on a
base was challenging and without years of slab handling I
would have needed help. Fortunately, we had Miller K-6
a soft clay that is also favored by those unable to throw
the denser clays anymore. K-6 yielded easily to my push
and press technique. Before noon I had 3 units done
and asked Arnie if I should continue to work on those. Not
to my surprise he wanted me to buy more clay and make more.
I was able to complete the 4th prior to the end of the
session.
At my critique on Sunday morning
Arnie suggested I work even larger benefiting from the greater
amount of energy that would be infused into the forms when
I moved to a smaller size.
This was my second NCSC, the first with
Bill Daley, which also involved large form construction. As
in the first NCSC I returned with a wealth of knowledge and
the satisfaction of having made a successful start towards
producing a new body of work. I can highly recommend
the 4 day conference not only for the individual workshops
but the exposure to the other media (12 in all) and craftsmen
in an intensive creative atmosphere. The support I received
from the PG and NCSC assured that I would get a new start
in clay and they have my grateful appreciation.
ART
on TV
By:
Robin E. McGregor
I've
been starved for art on TV, 3-D art, things that appeal to my
inner potter. Until recently, the only thing I found with any
kind of consistency, (in my humble opinion) is Modern Masters,
a ½ hour show which airs once a week on HGTV. Modern
Masters features three artists from around the country during
each episode. Each featured artist, be it blacksmith, woodworker,
plastercaster or potter shares his/her method for bringing their
medium to life. I have been lucky enough to catch some episodes
which have featured clay artists. If you're interested in seeing
when Modern Masters is on in your area, just log onto: www.HGTV.com.
While
clicking through an endless amount of cable channels one night,
I caught two episodes of Egg the Arts Show on PBS. Wow! For
the first time since my youngest daughter was a toddler, I have
found something/anything that interested me on PBS.
The first
episode was called "The Desert" with three segments
about different artsy-type things that go on there. The first
segment was about Marfa, Texas, where in 1979, minimalist sculptor
Donald Judd (1929-1994) left the confines of New York City for
the open spaces and wide vistas of the desert. An abandoned
army base outside of Marfa, Texas (called the Chinati Foundation
today), proved to be the ideal venue for his work. The views
depicted were tremendous, but the art was nothing that excited
me, but nonetheless, it was art!
The second segment was Viva Las Vegas! Vegas is the city I personally
love to hate, because it's the only place my hubby and I battle
over whenever we travel west. He must go there and I dread it
every single time! Now, it seems I have a reason to go along
with him with a little less of a fight - great museums in some
of the biggest hotels! One hotel is even opening a Guggenheim!
Finally,
every year, 30,000 people make a pilgrimage to take part in
a week-long event known as Burning Man. People bring along their
3-D art which they display, wear, construct, drive or what-have-you,
all in celebration of art! For that one-week out of each year,
Burning Man is the 3rd largest city in Nevada.
Jerry Stiller and Anne Meara hosted the second episode. The
hosting I could have done without, as much as I have always
loved that comedic couple. The parts with them were just plain
corny!
At any
rate, the first segment was about Gary Greff - "Build It
And They Will Come." That's the not-so-old movie slogan
(from Field of Dreams, starring Kevin Costner) that Gary Greff
lives by. A schoolteacher turned metal sculptor, Greff is trying
to save his hometown of Regent, North Dakota (population - 268
people) by building a folk-art tourist attraction called the
Enchanted Highway. On a stretch of Interstate 94 near Regent,
Greff has built enormous metal sculptures in an effort to get
people to stop and take notice. All of his creations are wonderful
and he has even gotten one into The Guinness Book of World Records
as the world's largest sculpture!
Next up was Harmony College, featuring the time-honored art
of the Barbershop Quartet. This art remains alive thanks to
the efforts of S.P.E.B.S.Q.S.A.-- the Society for the Preservation
and Encouragement of Barbershop Quartet Singing in America.
Each year the Society sponsors a workshop for barbershop quartetists;
young, old, beginners, and professionals alike are welcome.
I learned a lot about this art form from watching this episode.
The final
segment was The Sid Saga-Sid Laverents. Beginning in the 1920's,
amateur movie clubs were common in communities all across America.
Neighbors would gather around a projector and swap their latest
reels. Sid Laverents, a one-time vaudeville performer, has been
an active amateur movie-maker for over half a century. This
segment was a movie Sid made chronicling his life, and included
snippets from some of the movies he has made over the years.
Sid is now the president of the San Diego Amateur Movie Club.
Those of you going to NCECA in March would do well in finding
out if there is a place to view some of his work. He's just
awesome!!
So potters
without satellite dishes or even cable take heart, there is
hope on TV
just go to www.pbs.org and see when Egg the
Arts Show is on.
Sunapee Demonstration
By Tim Christensen-Kirby
This year’s Potters Guild demonstration
tent at the Sunapee Fair was a huge success. Everyone who demonstrated
had a great time, and many people were reached and educated about clay,
artistic philosophy, and The Potters Guild. The week was very warm,
but the staff at the fair made things run very smoothly for craftspeople
and public alike. Hardly a frown was to be seen all week.
Robin McGregor started things off on Wednesday morning with a giant cup
of coffee and a terrific demonstration (her first) that included a teapot,
throwing off the hump, and some very interesting salt and pepper shakers
about which many were curious. Robin also brought some beautiful
finished pieces in browns and gold. Many people enjoyed holding them
to feel texture that could at the same time be so deep and so smooth, organic
yet ordered. Sharyn Tullar was next, displaying her incredible throwing
skills, creating her hallmark forms and then decorating them with her usual
perfect balance of order and disorder. The crowd was delighted to
see a vase transformed into a fish with a few confident motions of Sharyn’s
hand. After a visit from our very own Al Jaeger, all retreated to
the shores of Lake Sunapee to feast on a great meal prepared by Roger Galuska.
Thursday started with a
very spirited and prolific Jane Kauffman switching seamlessly from a discussion
about the need for a room of ones own (while constructing a finger puppet
orchestra) to telling stories about her childhood (while making politicians
by audience request). When she was done, a veritable herd of 35 finger
puppet people stood ready to spark conversation from all who viewed them.
Jane’s kindness and sense of humor could be seen coming from each one,
with more than one viewer remarking that watching her work was the best
part of the fair. Becky Shost, another first time demonstrator, was
up at 1:30, to throw some very thin walled and interesting forms.
Her unique interpretation of traditional shapes as well as her friendly
manner and ability to talk and throw at the same time kept a crowd of people
in the tent for the entire 3 1/2 hours. She answered all of their
questions thoughtfully and accurately, allowing others to glimpse her true
talent and understanding of clay.
The New Hampshire Farm Museum
moved into the tent on Friday, but then Saturday dawned hot, hot, hot.
Gretchen Woodman demonstrated the entire tile making process, referring
to beautiful finished tiles decorated with fish and cats while she worked.
Her carving is exactingly accurate, and her images at once familiar due
to their realism, yet new because they are made from clay. Her goldfish
appears to swim as goldfish should, and her cat waits as only a live cat
can. Yet both are made of clay, highlighted with oxides, and accented
with glaze. Art Worth made the long trek back to Sunapee to finish
up the day as only the oldest member of the Potters Guild can. Art,
an old hand at demonstrating at Sunapee, created some lovely bowls reminiscent
of Bernard Leach’s, with subtle throwing lines and delicate and graceful
rims. A shino glaze would have fit them very nicely in their finished
state. All were entertained with his wealth of knowledge and educated
by his proficiency with the clay.
On Sunday, I, Tim Christensen-Kirby,
had the pleasure of finishing up the fair demonstrating with some more
involved and larger pieces, with all day to dry them. I enjoyed throwing
my favorite, bowls, highlighted with texture on rims and curves,
for most of the day, while occasionally experimenting with some new vase
forms reminiscent of those from Persia in between. I also demonstrated
throwing without water and that technique’s effect on texture for a few
last minute fairgoers before packing the tools up and heading back to the
studio in Newmarket.
I would like to
thank everyone who demonstrated and helped out. Being able
to count on you all made my five days at Sunapee the highlight
of my summer, and I am already looking forward to next year.
If you are interested in demonstrating, or have any other ideas,
please call me at 603.659.7563. I am already setting up
the schedule.
Prescott
Park Arts Festival Awards
News of one of our own in the NH
Weekend edition of the Union Leader, Thursday July 5, 2001: The
Prescott Park Arts Festival's annual Art Show is on display at the
Prescott Park's Sheafe Warehouse. "The Paul McEachern Award for
Sculpture was bestowed to Tim Christensen-Kirby for his clay, stoneware,
grass and string work entitled 'Walrus with Fish'. Christensen-Kirby,
a working potter at Muddy Bird Pottery in Newmarket, a member of
the New Hampshire Potters Guild and this year's recipient of the
best sculpture award, noted: "the winning piece was a real chance
for me as my normal style is much more textural and fairly abstract.
It was a real departure for me to be going realistic but I wanted
to express the idea of being indigenous in a more literal sense
and in a way that would get my idea across better. What I was getting
at with my 'Walrus with Fish' was what the Inuit people do with
their soapstone sculptures, usually revolving around folktales.
So I created this doll, made of fired stoneware and sewn together
in a doll that measures roughly 20 inches long, 18 inches wide and
10 inches high. Another sculpture in the show, called 'Red Herring',
is made of soapstone and has that same feel and look."
Who Are You? By
Alan Steinberg
“Who are you?” the director
asked. The way he said it I knew he meant “Who the hell are you?”
Why did I think his organization should sponsor my clay workshop and what
made me think anyone would sign up. It was clear what would convince him
I was worthy of his time.
He didn’t want to hear the
story of the time just before a 9-day craft fair when I opened the kiln
only to find that 75% of the pots had melted into a barely recognizable
mass, leaving me with inadequate stock for the show. The supplier had mistakenly
thrown a bag of talc into my custom clay mix, teaching me always to test
a sample of each new batch of clay before committing myself to two months
worth of production
No, my listener was more interested
in what awards I had won, what grants I had received, what books I had
written.
I doubt he would have been moved to
hear about my first year, nearly 25 years ago, as a full time craftsperson:
how, with no nest egg for support, I quit a safe tenured teaching job on
the strength of my acceptance into what was reputed to be a major
wholesale show, only to come home with enough orders to feed my family
for 2 short months, a long cold winter looming ahead. Would he be moved
by the decision to have my land logged to tide me over while I found my
way? Would he be interested in how I spent much of my spare time that winter
healing the pain of feeling both rapist and rapee: going out into the woods
everyday with my handsaw after a morning spent at the potters wheel, to
clean up the leftover slash. Could he understand how that core experience
brought me, suddenly and unexpectedly, to an awareness of the relatedness
of clay, art, nature, and spirit?
Perhaps he might have been moved
after all, but I suspect what he wanted to know was at what prestigious
university did I get my MFA and with which famous people had I studied?
Please don’t get me wrong--I think
the kinds of experiences an MFA can provide are great opportunities, but
the school of hard knocks can provide them as well, and does so in a context
that surrounds them with meaning. I feel grateful for the workshops
I got to take over the years, many of them with famous people, but it wasn’t
their fame that made their offerings such gifts. It was how their wisdom,
their ability to taste life, shone through their work, or, in some cases,
how they taught their students to focus on the questions that matter most.
When I think of all the experiences that brought me to where and who I
am today as an artist and as a person, the year I spent making 100-gram
test glazes in paper cups under the supervision of a famous potter is way,
way down the list, far below the times my heart was wounded in love. When
I ask myself what is it I have to offer, the many hours I spent poring
through texts on clay and glaze chemistry, trying to solve some technical
problem or other, those hours pale by comparison to the 30 seconds of an
exercise from the Mythic Warrior Training in which I ran, blindfolded,
toward a voice calling loudly to me from the far end of a field--a voice
symbolizing all those life dreams from which I had shied out of fear, shame
or guilt. Running with every ounce of strength my body could muster, yelling
to overcome the paralysis fear induces. And afterwards – the exhilaration!
-- the new sense of boundaries far wider than the ones I had lived by!
I ask myself what the world –
I, you, we -- needs the most to create the most important artworks of all
-- our lives, living them to the fullest. It isn’t more information,
or, adding up all that information, the knowledge it equals. No, it’s the
sum of that knowledge – wisdom- that is most needed, yet hardest to acquire.
Technique by itself, that which graduate schools excel in imparting, runs
the risk of leading to boredom followed by an unending search for new techniques.
But wisdom leads to connection, to the power inherent in the materials,
to our inner natures, to the natural world around us, and to our place
in that world.
How does all this work? Here are
two examples, much abbreviated, of clay as a wisdom catalyst in my life.
Both are from workshops I attended with George Kokis, who likes to combine
clay work with the study of mythology. In the first workshop we explored
myths of youth, then middle age, and finally elder myths. For the elder
myth George chose an Italian folktale called ”The Shining Fish,” a story
that made real the suffering the elderly experience from loss of
loved ones, health and wealth. Of all the myriad images I could have chosen
to depict in clay, I chose, for reasons I could not articulate and
whose meaning I certainly did not grasp, to sculpt a large prehistoric
fish that the old man (our protagonist) hung over the front door,
where a bright beacon of light began to shine out of its eye, out over
the cliffs and out to sea so that the young sailors lost at sea could find
their way home. As we talked about our work I realized the fish symbolized
the role elders can play in society when they drop their quest for
the gold, more appropriate to youth’s journey. This epiphany eventually
steered me into the realm of teaching.
In the second, more recent workshop
we were slowly working our way through the Navajo Emergence Myth, a long,
complicated, deeply allegorical tale. George would read a short section
and we would set to work on whatever image struck us, periodically
gathering together to share our discoveries. Each day I noticed how my
usual delicate careful way of working was evolving into something ever
more reckless. We arrived at a section that included a description of the
role of “The Twins” who took on the job each day of ferrying the Sun, the
Moon, and the Stars in an arc across the heavens, the cost for their service
being that each day some creature must die. Now I found myself tearing
fistfuls of clay from the 1000 lb. lump in the middle of the room
and pounding them together into a sculpture of the twins, running outside
to collect sticks which I jabbed into the clay to create a
funeral pyre, upon which I laid an androgynous clay figure, a bouquet of
flowers in the hands clasped across its chest. Standing back, exhausted,
sensing I was finished, from somewhere inside a wave of grief bubbled up
and I sat there, tears streaming down my face, mourning the recent
deaths of several friends.
Art, and clay in particular, has the
power to draw the awareness of the collective unconscious from archetypal
experience up through the vehicle of our bodies where these memories are
stored and bring them into the light of consciousness. It is at this precise
point that techniques and skills first become valuable – in service
to the expression of a vision. What my workshops are meant to do is to
contribute to the process of putting the horse back in front of the
cart. My experience with the director illustrates a broad societal
view; one that values style over substance, quick sound bytes over the
slower processes that take us deep, credentials over experience, doing
over
being.
Ironically, the director inadvertently
asked an important question – “Who are You?” -- even if he was
only skimming the surface. If we can let go of our need to perform,
to measure up, as we slow down the clay can lead us down the trail
-- our trail, where our creative urge takes us – down, deeper
and deeper, into a bottomless well of awe that we have never known.
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