Trying out black clay for the first time...

The clay doesn't look of much - it doesn't even have the beauty of terracotta clay which is so beautiful while new and moist, but then loses it even when at the leather hard stage, so it will be a case of keeping in mind that blackness.

A fellow ceramicist turned her eyes up when I excitedly told her I was going to try out this clay. She even scoffed, and muttered "Black clay!" under her breath. I didn't ask - due largely to social awkwardness - but I did wonder whether it was a case of not liking it, because it is temperamental, or whether it's because it's seen as faddish, and the type that will make plates that you are served small splodges of foam made from spittle of a hipster's dreams in a restaurant in Scandinavia somewhere.....

The faddishness is turning out to be something I can't quite dispel the thought of, or at least I am wary of wanting to avoid that hipster restaurant look, even if I do like those plates that one sees in cookery programmes that visit fashionable restaurants. For the last couple of years I have realised I no longer stare at the food, but just look at the plate underneath. Thank crumbs the food is often very sparse.....But I do know I am very excited to try it out despite any overthinking I might be doing on the side, so I shall try and do what I did some weeks ago which I enjoyed - a plate a day....

Black clay plates