Where are we headed?

I was lucky; I trained in the 70s when applied arts were confidently supported in our education system: potter's wheels and kilns in the school art department; several dozen undergraduate courses to choose from after ‘A’ levels; good facilities and peerless tutors at my art college. After graduating I did a PGCE in Art Education; taught in a big comprehensive and an FE college, then left formal education for a near- 20 year stint as Artist in Residence at Salisbury Arts Centre. Alongside my own making I taught 6-90 yr-olds; anyone who wanted to come - always busy, always oversubscribed. Learning skills is a need that lies deep in the human DNA. I became part of the community glue, and have continued to teach since leaving the Arts Centre.

A couple of years ago I stretched to taking on an apprentice who was supported partly by a charity. I'm glad to have been able to do it, but feel that opportunities are too few to develop the next generation of professional makers. Current TV offerings notwithstanding (offering more entertainmant than insight) there is a general ignorance of the excellence of British Craft. A few years ago I was visited by my MP; in his column for the local paper the following week he commented how nice it was to see someone make a business out of their hobby. He was Under-Secretary of State for the Arts at the time, and clearly had not a clue about what it takes to make and keep an Arts career going..

Over the last 20 years the economic contribution made by the crafts sector and its buying audience has quadrupled* while school and college training provision has plummeted. For decades Government policies have consistently undervalued the economic and social contributions of materials skills. The pandemic has underscored the importance of creativity and making; it’s what humans evolved to do. Currently we have an X shaped graph: rapidly increasing demand for technical skills is sliced through by declining training opportunity. It’s a story of inexorable de-skilling, at a time we need to be nurturing our homegrown talent.

* £.8m to over £3 billion (Crafts Council)

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Tuning In

Why thorough preparation is good for the material and the maker.

Many years ago I learned a little about Chinese brush painting. Before even picking up a brush, the first task was to grind the solid ink stick with water on the ink stone to achieve the deepest possible black, opaque and syrupy, to be progressively diluted for all the lighter tones when painting.  Watching the ink gradually thicken as I circled the stick a hundred times clockwise and another hundred anticlockwise was quite hypnotic.

The meditative action of grinding the stick on the stone was helpful, our teacher said, not just to prepare the materials properly, but to ready our muscles and minds for the painting ahead. It was important to ease away tension and encourage an alert, but relaxed state of mind and body that would be reflected in unforced, confident brushstrokes.

I think about this often when I wedge clay ready for throwing. Today the sense of heightened awareness could be called mindfulness. Noticing the gradually improving texture with each cut of the wire is calming. It doesn’t feel like a chore, but a rewarding process of conditioning the material, improving its plasticity and tuning in to its consistency while limbering up my arms. It gives me time to focus on the pots I’m about to make and anticipate the flow of clay through my fingers.

I also think about Paul Barron, the tutor at Farnham who taught us the efficient rhythm of wedging back in my student days. I’d seen pictures of Mick Casson wedging in the book of the 70’s TV series, The Craft of the Potter, but it was Paul I learned it from: Cut in half; lift; drop; rock; turn over; rock again; give the clay a quarter turn and drop the far end on the batt; repeat. His showpiece was to ask a student to push a small coin into a whole bag of clay (20 kg then, making our 10 or 12 kg bags today look puny). He would, he said, find it within 10 cuts of the wire. As far as I know, he always did, but it was really the fluent, energy-efficient way he placed and handled the heavy mass of clay in a series of concise moves that was impressive.

He used his whole body, with the mass of clay extending towards him over the front edge of the bench. When he cut through it the front half would drop onto his knee, which he’d use to help bounce the clay back up, reducing the effort needed to lift it above his head. It would slam back down onto the half on the batt, expelling air and spreading the clay back out to near its original proportions.

As he wedged the clay he explained the process, and how it interleaves the irregular soft and firmer parts so quickly and thoroughly. The original mass, after the first cut and drop, becomes two layers, and the number of layers continues to double with each cut of the wire, to four, eight and so on. Ten cuts produces over 1,000 layers in the clay; 20 over a million. During each sequence the clay is rocked back down to its original thickness, compressing the interspersed layers so that they are completely amalgamated.  The clay’s consistency can be fine-tuned this way, by adding a piece of firmer clay if it seems too slack, or smearing on some throwing slops if it feels too stiff.  The differences are quickly worked in, and over time the conscious judgment of whether the clay is ready becomes an instinct. The pocks and ripples disappear and the smooth, cellulite-free surface seems almost elastic.

Paul also described how individual clay particles are flat, and that the plasticity of clay is credited to the ability of these platelets to slide over each other’s surface film of water.  The compression of wedging forces the particles into parallel layers, like coins finding their most efficient arrangement, improving their readiness to move, sliding over each other. Wedged clay has a grain, a definite advantage for slab building, adding strength in the flat plane. Accurate wedging also ensures that the clay surfaces are always convex, so that the impact of the top half thrown down onto the bottom half can’t trap, and instead expels air.

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For throwing small pots I weigh the wedged clay and then knead each piece in my hands quickly to establish a concentric pattern to the particles, so the clay has a head start on the wheel, the platelets ready to slide over each other as they move around and upward. For bigger pieces I spiral knead on the batt, another distinct and efficient way of mixing clay that is less uneven in texture, and of stiffening overly soft clay.

Throwing is a practice that demands more of clay than any other, apart perhaps from pulling handles. Good preparation not only makes the job easier, it sometimes makes it possible. Throwing with poorly prepped raw material is a miserable experience, especially when learning. While a pugmill will mix anything thrown into it, it does nothing for plasticity, or for the sense of understanding intimately the nature of the clay that is gained through handling it directly.

These preparatory processes and the time and skill they take is invisible in the final pots, but have contributed enormously to my own pleasure in making. They are time-honoured methods still unbettered by any machine for priming my raw material, and me, for the task in hand.

Not all a maker's work is making.

It's rather a long time since I've put anything fresh on here, so no time like the present. I've been busy, along with two friends, in organising a new show for makers who throughout their careers have shown evidence of a strong sense of enquiry. I have been contributing to a blog on the project's website, and thought it worthwhile to share our posts here too. 

See details of the show and the makers taking part at craftpraktis

 

This year's 'praktis/ exhibition at Bury Court near Farnham in Surrey presents a group of makers who have spent years developing their creative voices to produce distinctive work that is both highly skilled and deeply personal.

Behind every artist and maker, whatever their discipline, is a story of discovery.  Like many others, my own interest in clay was born when, as a child, I was bundled along to a Saturday morning art activity session for children. My first creation was a galloping horse, main and tail flying, sinewy legs outstretched. I was in another world.

I don’t know what happened to it, but that really doesn’t matter. The making of it was the thing.

With hindsight, I can see that the reality was a stodgy sausage-creature, an unruly clutch of straw stuck up its bottom. But what also remains true is that the act of creating something takes us, in our heads, to a different place.

We humans have evolved to create things with our hands, and our brains are hardwired to spark and respond to that instinct – to be curious about what materials can do, to experiment, to interpret the world, to express ourselves. And, over time, to learn to use our hands as readily as our imaginations.

Those of us who have made a life of making things are following that impulse to create with our hands the vision in our heads, and to do it better and better. It is challenging, sometimes frustrating, but deeply satisfying when things go well. As a maker, to see someone 'get' your work is confirmation of a shared recognition, of having hit the right note.

The getting of knowledge is a lifelong process. And gradually, as we exhibit more widely and connect with those who appreciate what we do, our enquiry and thinking becomes still more sharply focused. Feedback from our audiences informs our ideas, sometimes confirming our impulses, sometimes challenging them.

So we never stop learning, and as makers we never stop responding to the fascination of what can be done with materials and processes, whether to meet a practical need - a favoured cup to drink from - or to create a work that defies practical purpose but simply delights us with its human ingenuity, mastery of process, and its beauty.

The exhibitors showing at ‘praktis/  at Bury Court Barn this October are makers who have established themselves through years of refining their practice, and are still looking for ways to move forward creatively. At this year’s exhibition, in a wonderfully sympathetic setting, we will be showing fresh and inspirational work across disciplines prompted by a strong sense of enquiry, with illustrated talks and demonstrations and an invitation to talk to pre-eminent makers about their craft.

Between now and October, through this blog, you are invited to share some of their insights, find out what inspires them and see examples of polished skills, the trial and error that leads to successes and occasional failures, and above all the thinking that goes into the work of 21st century makers.

Please follow us on Twitter @craftpraktis and call back if you'd like to see how we progress towards our exhibition, and share with your friends.

 

 

 

In praise of making things

 

We humans are driven to make our mark somehow. Creativity is an intrinsic element of being human.  We are excited by the creation of music, drama, literature, art and architecture, they are, ultimately, the core and sometimes the fossils of civilizations. We particularly value those achievements which outlast a single life, and instinctively feel poorer when they are taken from us.  Without disregarding the deeply depressing current human catastrophe of the Middle East, the destruction of ancient archaeological sites in Syria and our reaction to the devastation points to an enduring notion of how we value our ancestors' ability to speak to us through the things they made.

Physically, too, we have evolved to make things. Our marvellous opposable thumb is served by an amazing brain that enables us to realise our ideas through our hands. Our distant ancestors made things all the time; skill to explore and exploit materials was essential to survival, and then became a way to express and record our interventions and sense of world order. Although social structures seem to have divided makers into the most lowly and the most revered people, in different times and places, expertise in making has always had value.  

In fact, it's not just our distant forebears who were familiar with tools and materials in an everyday sense. Some of our parents and grandparents made shelves, clothes, garden swings; mended cars, agricultural machinery and made preserves, often from necessity rather than to fill free time.  I was mildy shocked to hear recently that only a small minority these days knows how to wire a plug.  

As advancing and cheaper technology takes the making of things further from individuals, it takes away some sense of everyday purpose, and maybe connectedness with our physical world.  The virtual world swims around our heads. Shopping from a keyboard is, it turns out, not really a substitute for holding an object with a known, perhaps personal, history.  Dad's toolbox, Granny's pincushion: bought stuff often just doesn't carry the same emotional charge.  Similarly, pinging off emails can only go so far.  What's to show for it at the end of the day?

Perhaps the nostalgia laden interiors of ye olde country pubs are just that: a rose tinted view.  Life was undeniably harder for great grandad, but those folksy ornaments do illustrate the way we yearn for the days when expert making skills were seen daily in plain view, and universally understood.

The Beeb's Bake Off, of course, feeds off our yearning to get our hands dirty again, to make stuff, and the Pottery Throwdown too.  Like many involved in pottery in a serious way, I have mixed feelings about a telly programme which often trivialises and even misrepresents our craft at the service of arbitrarily imposed timescales and 'entertainment' value.  Still, it has struck a chord with many who feel the need to reconnect hand, eye and brain, and to experience firsthand the satisfaction of making, and on balance a second series is a Good Thing.

Any creative activity is rewarding; the immediacy of forming responsive clay particularly so.  As I suggested earlier, our hands and brains have evolved to support our long-ago urge to find out what materials can do.  The ability to use a material well remains psychologically supremely satisfying. A child exploring the possibilities of mud is engrossed, and rediscovering that fascination as an adult is a magical experience. 

Clay is better than mud; its potential far greater: it holds its shape; it records impressions; it hardens, can become permanent. I bet I'm not the only potter who still finds that sensation of wet clay in my hands the most compelling, intoxicating, addictive thing.  Seeing a potter's thumbprint left on an ancient shard shrinks time to nothing.  We are still connected. 

 

 

Tell Halaf pottery jar, Syria, 5th millennium BC

Tell Halaf pottery jar, Syria, 5th millennium BC