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cornwall,community,cracks

updated fri 12 dec 97

 

UNI_ POTTER on wed 10 dec 97

I really liked playing with Cornish
stone when I was working on my BFA at
school. Here's a couple of crazy Rx's:

Feldspathic Translucent White
Cone 6 Hyperglaze calculation:
Cornish Stone 52.3
Kona F-4 41.0
Wollastonite 1.1
Barium 3.3
Zinc 2.2
add colorant oxide ?.%

Temmoku-Colored Slip Glaze
Cone 10 Reduction (altered Rhodes):
Yankee Hill Slip Clay 60
Cornish Stone 25
Iron Oxide 5
Whiting 10

I graduated too quickly to work with
these glazes enough, but I liked them
alot. Using the Cornwall Stone in
various stages of dissolving gave
some interesting textures. Also the
cone 6 glazed foamed at first, and
fired out with a remarkable "shibui"
effect.

Southern Indiana is one of the country's
best kept secrets. Quite a few potters
there. The late Tom Marsh was one of
them; he was my brother's prof at U of L.
No place in America will ever be like
the Bay Area. I lived out there until
I was 10 years old. Keep going back,
but could never return. The memory of
"Old California" is too strong in me.
I like it here in the Kansas City area;
we've got clay, jazz, poetry (and
fishing), who needs more?

Still working on throwing off the hump.
If "s" cracks appear they will join
the growing mountain of former pots at
this location.

Eric Hansen, Kansas, Snow at Last!!!




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Dannon Rhudy on thu 11 dec 97

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Southern Indiana is one of the country's
best kept secrets. Quite a few potters
there.

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Hush your mouth, now; it is already getting way too crowded,
hardly anyplace to be where you can't see your neighbors!! Have
to get clear down to Gnaw Bone, nearly, or Possum Trot, to get any
privacy. All the ginseng is gone, 'pert near; and it's a-gittin'
hard to find the morels in the springtime; can't find a
full-growed tree, hardly; and flat-land touristers are cloggin' up
the roads ever' blessed minute that there is. So don't be tellin'
how beautiful it is, child; ain't you got a lick o' sense?

Dannon Rhudy
potter@koyote.com