Lady Cluckington: The Method

In my last post, I explored some of the creative mental process that went through my head and that my friends encouraged by not stopping me and providing a name. Today, I shall explore a bit of my art method and reasoning.

Going to a choose your own pottery place is a fun experiment in focus. It takes away the some of the stress and length of time of a long pottery project, and replaces it with the fierce need to not fuck up the paint job because that is literally the only thing that will individualize what is otherwise a mass-produced piece of home decor.

Conclusion: The glaze job matters.

Proof: I went with my martial arts groups. We have a good time and can be a bit more chatty than we should be during practice. During our glaze paint session, we stayed until closing and talked about a half of what we normally do. Our intent and giving a shit about our ART levels were waaaaaaay up there.

Lady Cluckington
Lady Cluckington the Fierce

Digression aside. Method. It began with a marker. A black crayola marker. One of those washable ones, you know the type? The standard of every American school child and many other nations aside. That one. That marker.

Turns out that the Kiln, in theory, burns so hot that any mark made with this marker (or any color marker really) will burn off and leave only the finished gaze. She who eats science for breakfast and I truly hope that is the case because the marker diffused quite spectacularly into our lighter glazes. Moving on.

I began, as all good art does, with a line. This line cut my chicken horizontally across the dorsal. For those who does not know what the means with out having to look up vocab (and let us be honest, I totally had to look up and confirm the word dorsal) that means I drew a line dividing the front of my chicken from the back of my chicken.

Rhapsody to a line: Oh line, you were narrow and curvy, yet you marked the way intently. You began the spirit of Lady Cluckington.

After a few failed designs, I harkened back to my elements of design and began to repeatedly draw diamonds that adjusted with the piece and how my hand happened to draw the previous mark. Pictures of the finished product are pending.

Having created a simple, but abstract design on the back, I settled on a more realistic idea of emulating a real chicken for the front half. But just to shake things up, I gave the “realistic” half an underlay of paparazzi glaze. This basically is a white undercoat with a rainbow spectrum of speckle colors. It will be amazing, just like Lady Cluckington has been and always will be.

She who eats science for breakfast and Mr. Shaggy had discussed with He who declares himself bad at art, that blending with glaze is extremely difficult and not recommended. Well. Challenge Accepted. Thus I looked up the plumage of a hen with green in it. I honestly do not know what colors are common in what gender of chicken. And to be frank, I do not care. Nor does Lady Cluckington.

Anyway, thus so inspired and thus so challenged, I began to layer glaze. I used a dark green, a light green, purple, a darker read than the head and tiger tail yellow.

I layered. I switched colors. I layered and switched colors again. I did not clean my brush between colors, nor did I wait for the glaze to dry. Colors most definitely mixed together. Which, according to my knowledge of the color wheel is the most sure fire way to end up with brown. Chickens can be brown, so I still win no matter the result.

The back half is tiles of Tiger Tail yellow (are we noticing how that is the only glaze name I remember and how frequently it comes up? I certainly am). With about an hour left until closing, I rushed this part. The squares began to approach a more blobbish form and the brown border space became more regular and systematic lines than I mentally expected. As He who declares himself bad at art said “You made Chicken and Waffles!”

Visual pun victory. However, do not mess with Lady Cluckington.

So there you have it. The method. The two elements are tied in abstraction. The back half by being shapes, the front by adding in rainbow speckles.

Art is especially fun when telling a story. I look forward to creating more stories about Lady Cluckington.

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