Transformation time
My Buddhist teacher died last October. A lot of earth was dug out to make his grave and I was given two huge bucket loads. Such a gift. I processed this and discovered that the clay that was excavated was very pure and beautiful. I went about the long process of sieving it of sticks and stones, slaking it in water, and letting the slurry evaporate to become like clay. Then I went about testing it for shrinkage and resilience to the high heat of the kiln. Finally after decidin