#ceramicwares

[littlealienproducts]

Handmade Gray Ceramic Snake Mug by WormsCeramics

[huariqueje]

Stacking with bird cup  -  Ingrid Smuling, 2022.

Dutch, b.1944 -

Oil on canvas,  18 x 18 cm

[yourcoffeeguru]

Sydney 2000 Olympic Ceramic Mug Boomerang Handle Design Made in Australia || SWtradepost - ebay

[grandmacottage]

Ceramic Bowls by RiderCeramics

[suzylwade]

William De Morgan Although he would become known for his ceramic designs, William De Morgan's (1839 - 1917) early work for William Morris's firm was in the field of stained glass. De Morgan joined 'Morris, Marshall, Faulkner & Co’ in 1863. From the 1860s onwards, stained glass enjoyed a major revival as Morris and his contemporaries re-popularised the arts of the Medieval period, providing stained glass windows for both church restorations and domestic buildings. It was the process of making stained glass which triggered De Morgan's move into tile-making, as he was struck by the iridescent beauty of the silver paint used to outline his designs, and wanted to achieve this lustrous effect on tiles. De Morgan began to experiment with tile decoration in his studio at London's Fitzroy Square. After an unfortunate kiln incident in which he accidentally set the roof on fire he moved to new premises in Cheyne Row, Chelsea. Here he began producing art tiles in earnest - at first decorating onto blank ceramic tiles provided by other factories or imported from Holland. He was assisted by Frank Iles who managed the kiln (located in a small shed at the end of the garden) and employed a number of painters to translate his designs onto the tiles. The most notable were Fred and Charles Passenger, two talented brothers who together with Iles were employed by De Morgan for many years until the business closed in 1907. Hundreds of tile designs were produced in Chelsea, mostly featuring floral ornament or animals in striking poses, building on the principles of two-dimensional tile design used at ‘Morris, Marshall, Faulkner & Co’. #neonurchin #neonurchinblog #dedicatedtothethingswelove #suzyurchin #ollyurchin #art #music #photography #fashion #film #design #words #pictures #love #designer #tiles #ceramicware #williammorris #royalacademyschools #artsandcrafts #foundermember #vessels #dishes #glazes #artist #fredpassenger #charlespassenger #frankiles #williamdemorgan https://www.instagram.com/p/Cg3n9W-sae2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[boxthoughtsblog]

A quick CLOSER LOOK daily photo exercise - December 27, 2022

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[indiaartndesign]

Porcelain Lovers - This One is for You!

Kossmanndejong collaborates with Braaksma & Roos Architects to organisationally and architecturally refurbish the visitor experience at the Porcelain and Ceramic lovers’ paradise – the Royal Delft Museum in The Netherlands. https://bit.ly/KDJ-IAnD

[mrs-nanami]

Women have many belongings. It used to vex Nanami. But it doesn’t anymore.

The first thing to migrate to his home, was your face lotion. He has a face lotion, a perfectly serviceable one, but you insisted on bringing your own. Your routine was important to you, you had told him, and Nanami understood. Routines, rules, structure – these are all things he has always respected, found meaning in. And so, in his bathroom, his drugstore razor, toothbrush, and facewash sat together, lined up like toy soldiers, right next to a luxurious indigo jar of face cream.

The rest of your routine follows shortly: the lilac bottle of mist that smells like aloe, the golden serum that smells like summertime, and the periwinkle tube of your green tea face wash. Your bergamot and sandalwood soap linger on his pillow, and when he can’t smell you on his sheets anymore, longing sits heavy and sticky in his throat.

Your clothes are next. Amidst his practical navy, gray, and blacks, appear pops of warm lilac, royal blue, and torched orange. He doesn’t mind it in the least – it would be entirely unreasonable for him to demand that you stop bringing such colorful clothes in his home, especially when he never really wants you to leave.

When the two of you finally just bite the bullet and put your name on the lease, Nanami imagines that his life will certainly become more colorful. But he doesn’t have the first idea of how many more things will be in his house.

All his life, Nanami has lived quietly, abstemiously. He is a jujutsu sorcerer – while his non-sorcerer peers were learning trigonometry, he was learning how to kill curses and how to die as a soldier dies: with resolve and bravery, to the bitterest end. His life has been fat trimmed from steak, practical solid color towels, plastic storage bins with plenty of clearing near the edge, never packed to capacity. A man who walks on the very edge of life and death doesn’t require more than the necessities. The very few things he indulges in are sensible: good whiskey, grade A rice, custom leather shoes (no broguing) built to take a beating.

You bring in your life to his, and it is completely different. You’re striped linens, fresh flowers, scented candles on every corner. Baby blue drinking glasses shaped like beer cans, artisanal ceramicware made by friends locally. Your life is marked by comfort, simple pleasure, and (dare he say it) the sweetest, most innocent frivolity. He supposes it’s really what he loves most about you, honestly. He’s always tended drawn closer to brighter, bolder personalities: earnest and warm, like Haibara and Itadori, not bombastic and irreverent, like Gojo or Tsukumo. You belong in the same shades of sunlight as Haibara and Itadori, but…tender. Like the dream-like throw of warm, rose tipped dawn that thaws the chill of his lonely apartment.

Now, in the mornings, he doesn’t wake to the desolate silence of a man alone. He wakes to the sound of your fluffy slippers in the kitchen, the smell of dark roast coffee, the sight of your toiletries sitting side by side in the bathroom, cozy and couple-like.

Somewhere between your checker print tea kettle, and the warmth of your body on the sheets, Nanami falls so in love with you that he looks back on his life and wonders how he ever lived, starved of the sun that is you, for so long.

[birdmenmanga]

ohhh my god forget unwashable ceramicware HOW on earth are they designing mechanic unfriendly cars... insanely cringe and fail... you'd think they would think about that a bit more huh...

[matthewbaudelaire]

Location: Pottery Studio With: @mayarparker

Matthew had finally caved and rented a space to work in after he had started to make a profit from his ceramicware, which didn't take all too long considering he had already built up a list of people who were interested in his work and it helped having connections with a lot of centuries old vampires who had an insane amount of expendable income, the kind of money that could permanently alter the economy. Only problem was now Matthew wasn't working. Having ruined hands kind of made pottery difficult to do when hands were the sole instrument used. It didn't stop him from going to the studio space he rented every so often, needing an excuse to get out of his apartment but still wanting to avoid being seen by mostly everyone. Wearing giant dark sunglasses didn't really work at hiding the horrible looking purple and blue bruises around his eyes, edges flaring in green and yellows like drops of watercolor on unprimed canvas.

He was also apparently not the only one who needed an escape which therein brings Matthew and Maya here, an invitation for a distraction, where Matthew has seated himself on a low stool next to his pottery wheel and a smoking joint between his lips. There's a couple of more comfortable lounge chairs and an island counter with some barstools by it, the space he rented came with some furniture that he simply kept because why not. There was also a few of those silver metal filing cabinets against a side wall that he used for extra storage space and a single dead hanging plant in the corner, the brown dangling leaves basically their own art piece.

Matthew holds the smoke in his lungs and exhales it slowly out the corner of his mouth, pinching the end of the rolled joint, he removes it from his lips, "Do me a favor," he wets his lips and puts the joint back between them, "Open this," he carefully reaches his hand into his jacket, using the smallest amount of finger movement possible to pinch an orange pill bottle and hold it up in the palm of his bandaged hand.

[littlealienproducts]

Flower Power Soup Mug by KTCatPottery

[southeastasianists]

Generally speaking, antique shops around popular tourist attractions are best to approach with caution. Fakes are quite prevalent in those places, poorly made and artificially aged, and not only that, far more expensive than they should be. When it comes to ancient ceramics in Hội An, Vietnam, however, you may rest assured that you're in good hands. Not only are they genuine pieces of 15th-century China, but they also come with an intriguing provenance.

Located a little off the bustling streets of Hoi An Ancient Town, Nam Trân is a small family-run shop that offers a wide array of antique ceramics, particularly those recovered from a local shipwreck, which still lies about 25 miles off the coast.

Discovered by local fishermen in the early 1990s, the so-called Hoi An Shipwreck is believed to date to the mid-to-late-15th century and was carrying a huge cargo of Vietnamese ceramics when it sank to the bottom of the South China Sea. It soon fell prey to much looting, with the artifacts appearing in markets around the world. The authorities had to act quick to excavate the wreck.

In 1996, the National History Museum of Vietnam and York Archaeological Trust teamed up to excavate the site, collecting a third of a million pieces of pottery and ceramicware over three seasons. After distributing the best of the artifacts among six museums across Vietnam, the remaining 90 percent of the ceramics were sold off at a Butterfield auction in San Francisco, circulating into the hands of collectors and partially funding the Vietnamese authorities.

Because of the abundance, the Hoi An shipwreck ceramics are less likely to be reproduced and often available at an affordable price. At Nam Trân, there are plenty of perfume boxes, jars, and dishes for sale, many starting around 15 USD. In fact, there are even more pieces from the shipwreck here than you'd see at the nearby Museum of Trade Ceramics.

A majority of them are imperfect, of course—often faded, chipped, or broken in half; encrustation is common and most lids don't match. But the blue glaze has survived, more or less, decorating the wares with flower motifs. It's a once-in-a-blue-moon opportunity to get your hands on centuries-old ceramics from a shipwreck, and the owners will gladly help you select your souvenirs.

[dkniade]

Jintou and Ceramics

Note: implied child abuse and objectification

金偷 (Jintou / Jin1tou1). He/him/she/her. Qilin.

阴晴 (Yinqing / Yin1qing2). They/Them. Bird.

阴晴: You mention the word “taoyi” a lot. What is it?

金偷: Taoyi is ceramics: the transformation from base clay to beautiful pieces of art. Of course, art can also be tools. A vase can hold flowers, a bowl can hold rice. I… guess it depends on how you use the ceramicware.

阴晴: Art as tools…? I’ve always thought art is simply for the sake of art, no?

金偷: Explain.

阴晴: I mean, I play and sing songs because I enjoy it. But it’s never because I want it to do something for me.

金偷: What? You’ve… never put expectations into your music?

阴晴: Music is so fleeting… One second, and it’s gone. Of course I want to play it well, but… When I play, each note takes me further away from my starting point. I can’t go back and fix it.

阴晴: That’s what makes it beautiful.

金偷: …

金偷: Your music is lucky to have you as its musician, then.

阴晴: Huh? Uh, thanks…?

金偷：I didn’t have the luxury of being fleeting. Every flaw, every imperfection… Heh, not a good way to live.

阴晴: You didn’t have the luxury of being fleeting?

金偷: As— As an artist, I mean! I make things, I look at them, I fix their mistakes. Ha, it’s all in the past though. Don’t worry about it.

阴晴: …

阴晴: Alright, if you say so.

阴晴: (He sees art as tools and talks about expectations in art. But then says my music is lucky to have me… She says she herself didn’t have the luxury of being fleeting… because of her flaws…?)

阴晴: (Is this… a metaphor for something…?)

[watchandseeamazingthings]

I grow the mint in my garden, pluck a few for salads and tasty cold lemon juice. They decorate my handmade ceramicware.

s in my kitchen.

[suzylwade]

William De Morgan William De Morgan (1839 - 1917) was one of the most famous designers of tiles from the ‘Arts and Crafts’ movement, of which he was a founder member. His distinctive style and deep, intense glazes are instantly recognisable. Born in 1839 into a liberal household, De Morgan's artistic talents were encouraged by his parents. His father, Augustus De Morgan, was Professor of Mathematics at ‘University College London’ and his mother Sophia (nee Frend) was an advocate for women's higher education and an early supporter of the suffragette movement. As a young man De Morgan attended evening art classes, and in 1859 won a place at the ‘Royal Academy’ schools where he met other emerging artists such as Henry Holiday and Simeon Solomon. It was Holiday who ,in 1863, introduced De Morgan to William Morris - prompting De Morgan to leave the ‘Academy’ schools in favour of working as a designer for his friend's recently established firm 'Morris, Marshall, Faulkner & Co’. #neonurchin #neonurchinblog #dedicatedtothethingswelove #suzyurchin #ollyurchin #art #music #photography #fashion #film #design #words #pictures #love #designer #tiles #ceramicware #williammorris #royalacademyschools #artsandcrafts #foundermember #vessels #dishes #glazes #artist #fredpassenger #charlespassenger #frankiles #williamdemorgan https://www.instagram.com/p/Cg3oGqJMKJ5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[withoutawar]

@whitesuited : "well good morning, america."

' You're up. ' He'd heard her slink off into the shower, of course, around about the same time he'd slunk back into his apartment with fresh bagels . . . and now he has a steaming cup of coffee waiting for her. He hadn't realised how much of a problem the gag gift mug was going to be until he'd seen it in use . . . and he's definitely going to be storing that away and investing in some proper ceramicware soon. He puts aside his thrice folded newspaper and takes a sip of his own coffee as she enters. ' Good morning, yourself. Sleep alright ? '