At noon Sensei took us to another potter's studio. The night of the feast we ate off some of his tableware and Cheuky wanted to learn some of the technique, so she paid for a one day challenge. He works with porcelain and marbles it together with many colors, creating beautiful patterns and designs. Aot of the pieces he doesn't even glaze, but polishes to have its own natural sheen. His technique is to purely emphasize the clay's qualities, specifically color. I ended up buying a piece because, well they're gorgeous, but also I found one that he had cut and reassembled. Just the top had been cut and slightly shifted. It was mine as soon as I saw it.
Later in the afternoon Sensei had a photoshoot going on for his upcoming show in Nagoya. There was a photographer, a florist, and food designer, Sensei, and a photo assistant. It was amazing watching them work and see how much went into just one photograph. The images were fantastic.
I also helped finish unloading the kiln and preparing pieces to be soaked in black water. I was more than happy to lend a hand to Motoka-san for everything she has helped me with.
In the evening, around 6:15, I walked to the corner store to see if they were still open. I really wanted gyoza for dinner. The were but the were closing up and had put all the cold stuff away in the back. So, I tried to ask if they had anymore, and, them not speaking English and I not speaking Japanese, began this strange form of communication to try and understand each other. I called it gyoza and dumpling, I tried to describe the container they came in, I made shapes with my hands, and I tried to look for a picture on my phone. After all that failed, the store owner asked if I could draw it, and almost immediately the wife knew what it was and went and got it for me. It was kind of entertaining, but more so it was sweet how patient and accommodating they were. They could have just tried to get rid of me because they were closing, but instead they helped and then when checking out my items, he showed me pictures of his grandchildren. Have I mentioned I love it here?