nipponiche Of all the experiences that I have not told and of which I am trying to make order in my head, there's this, started like any other: the neighbor from yellow apron that wakes me up early, and charge me in the car to an unspecified location.
An old school in the mountains, I later discovered, where a teacher taught the local women to work the clay.
Imperfection Special
Mules entrance apron, a lathe head and above all the explanations in Japanese. Has been made in four to make themselves understood.
My lathe that turned quickly, my labor and some apparent technical failure did not prevent him to exclaim " sugooooi "," Jozu neeee "in my work ... but I did not see much of the ordinary.
... My signature!
Hands Instead of the teacher were a show. Clay obeyed him silently, bent to his every slight pressure him to do without effort.
more efficient than a car, a couple of minutes prepared tea cups, plates, vases.
I was at school three times in all: the first one I gave shape to my cup, the second, with nearly dry clay, I have decorated but the third ..... was a tribal ceremony.
First was the night.
The teacher was not in the classroom but outside, near the oven with some men of the country were there for three days to cure the fire, giving themselves a change to rest lying on sleeping bags in the classroom.
Women took care to bring something to eat, a miso soup them hot heat, the coffee that held them awake.
They in turn controlled the temperature, adding fuel, they were breathing fire in a landscape completely submerged in the black and croaking frogs.
Many laughs, much sake (that the teacher had asked him not to avoid losing concentration), so many stars over our heads.
Around the fire, as in a ceremony that smacks of old.
The tribe around the fire
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