You, sir, are a credit to the human race. Now, shut up and take my money.
I think chicken periods are utterly disgusting and I wouldn’t eat them to save my mother’s life, but this is cool enough to own a mini share of Etsy. Rock out 10 of them and put them in a store.
Thank you. That sounds like a good idea. (I made it in a 2 hour x 10 week pottery class for $150.)
If I were to do such a thing, how much do you think people would pay?
I’m still working out the microwave power/timing, but it seems like my bread-shaped egg cooker is a success.
After most of my pottery classes I stop in to a Chinese restaurant bar. Amanda the bartender has been along for the journey of disappointment, triumph, and more disappointment as I’ve shown her the pictures and told the tales of the broken stegosaurus plates, exploded zombie head, and the Easter Island statues: Face-off and Crackhead.
So naturally when these two were complete, I brought them in to show her in person. I wrapped each one in copious amounts of bubble-wrap and placed them in a styrofoam cooler. It would really suck for them to finally be done and then break in transport.
FYI: If you want a lot of attention, just walk into a bar with a cooler. Want even more attention? When people (who don’t know you) ask what’s in it, tell them that you just wanted to show something to the pretty young bartender… who isn’t there tonight.
When I let them peek into the cooler to see vaguely flesh-colored things in the bubble-wrap, the questions came fast:
- Is it a head?
- Are you an organ transplant deliverer?
- Is it a heart?
- Is it a liver?
- Is it a kidney?
- Don’t they need to get those pretty quick?
To which I replied, “Eh, they’ve waited this long; they can wait a little longer. I need a drink.”
Eventually Allison the bartender, who is Amanda’s roommate, asked what was in the cooler, so I hauled out the “good” one and unwrapped it. Allison and the patrons liked it. Even more so when I told them I made it myself. Another round of appreciation spread when I showed them it was a cup. I was a little wary of letting people hold it because it’s so fragile.
Then I told them this was the second version and proceeded to unwrap Mr. Face-off. I was more generous about passing it around, and people got to see the multi-color glaze up close. When I showed them the actual statues on my phone, they were even more impressed.
I set them on the bar to watch me drink my Mai Tai. Someone had the idea to make drinks in them. I said, “Yeah, throw everything in there and call it an Easter Island Iced Tea!”
I might just have to invent that drink now.
These cracks inside the Easter Island statue are the reason it leaks. Porcelain clay needs to dry slowly, and I broke that rule. Also, everything made with porcelain clay should have consistent thickness throughout the piece, and I broke that rule in a big way.
I do like how the color came out (it’s a little darker than this shot). I wanted it to look like blood has been drunk out of it in a bizarre pagan ritual.
The third iteration was made with consistent thickness in mind and is currently drying s-l-o-w-l-y in a plastic bag with a tiny vent at the bottom in a cabinet of the pottery classroom. I’ll finish it in the Fall session.