06:20 · first light
It will outlive
the flower.
That is not the sad part. That is the design.
turn
09:30 · the turn
A vase has no front.
Every one is drawn to be walked around. Photographs have been lying to you about this for a hundred years — they pick one angle and call it the object.
- Lip
- 118 mm
- Neck
- 74 mm
- Shoulder
- 31°
- Belly
- 214 mm
- Foot
- 96 mm
Thrown on the wheel by one pair of hands, trimmed at leather-hard, then left alone for eleven days before the first firing. Roughly nine leave the studio in a month.
13:35 · the glaze, briefly
You only meet a glaze at noon.
Ash and feldspar, poured rather than dipped, fired to cone 10 in reduction. The colour is not painted on. It is what the fire did, and the fire is never asked twice.
- BodyStoneware, 12% grog
- GlazeAsh · feldspar · 3% iron
- FiringCone 10, reduction
- Capacity2.4 L
- Mass3.1 kg
17:30 · the others, waiting
Six shapes. One light.
The rest of the family lives on the wall until it is their turn. Choose one and the light will go and find it.
Most of its life looks like this.
Four hundred flowers.
Not one of them is still here.
It has not moved.
02:30 · empty again
Empty is not the end of a vase.
It is the job. Every vessel returns to this, and waits, and is ready again by morning. What you are buying is not an object. It is an empty future — flowers that do not exist yet, from people you have not met.
06:20. Again.
The name was never about the vase.
goldoon — from gol, flower, and dān, the thing that holds. Every language that names this object names it after the thing it will lose.