
Shinto shrine
Izumiyama-400 year old porcelain quarry
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Tall vase at the Kyushu Ceramic Museum

Wareboards (click image to enlarge)

Underglaze transfer technique (click
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Sensei Inoue teaching the plate with "nobibera" rib
tool (click image to
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Sensei Inoue hands-on teaching
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The spirit of the land felt from
another time, as we visited an ancient Shinto shrine and poured
water over our hands from a bamboo dipper before climbing up two
tall fights of a stone stairway. Reaching the top, we communed
with the place where potters have come for hundreds of years,
to affirm that they will do their best when creating pottery.
Porcelain pottery was first developed in Arita 400
years ago. Today, Arita is home to a tradition and culture surrounding
porcelain pottery making.
The Arita tradition began with the discovery of kaolin at Izumiyama
Quarry. We stood at the base of the kaolin quarry, now 20 stories
below the surface from where it was originally mined. The ground
is speckled with porcelain potsherds and a golden kaolin rock
lines the basin walls; a raven’s call in the distance gave me
the feeling that the place was enchanted. Much of the fired porcelain
created from this quarry can be seen in museums in Europe, but
we saw many examples in the museums of Arita.
Visiting the museums in the company of Sensei Inoue,
we were able to photograph: ancient tools and artifacts; examples
of early rare red over-glaze painting; countless bowls, cups,
plates and vases with glaze treatments that reminded me of those
created 300 years later during the modernist era; a six foot tall
vessel with a blue underglaze painting of a rooster; a wall filled
with examples of colorful over-glazed porcelain for trade with
Holland; and contemporary forms with dimensions surpassing those
for everyday use, to name just a few.
Several ceramics artists who were former apprentices
of Sensei Inoue, gave us a tour of their studios. We saw ware
boards filled with forms faintly familiar to our own attempts,
and we were shown an old secret of surface decoration. It was
a transfer technique of floating liquid oxide onto a cutout piece
of tissue paper while placing it on top of bisque ware. The tissue
is lifted away, and the oxide remains soaked into the bisque.
After studying in the studio/galleries and drinking green tea
from handmade porcelain cups, we realized that we were experiencing
living museums.
Porcelain ceramics is an integral part of daily
life in Arita. Along with local artists and museums, there is
a high school devoted to porcelain study, a college for the sole
purpose of creating porcelain and developing the next generation
of ceramic artists, and a porcelain science institute. The press
is appreciating and informs the prefecture of events pertaining
to this living tradition.
I became a little anxious when I discovered that
we would be participating in a throwing workshop with Sensei.
We met a little earlier before our meeting for spiral wedging
“practice” kindly given to us by Nakao san - one of Sensei’s original
apprentices in the 70’s. The UNM students were relentless in wedging
the golden clay, that was not only much softer than the commercially
mixed porcelain we use in the US, but also had a life if its own
because it came directly from nature. Sweat fell from everyone’s
forehead. When Sensei entered the studio, we all bowed and greeted
him good morning. He began with each student individually showing
them how to create a plate using the traditional method from Arita.
A visiting gentleman peered through a window in
amazement, and told me that, you never see a National Treasure
teaching this method hands-on with students. I later learned that
he was a journalist and that he wrote an article for the regional
newspaper about our visit.
When I asked the students what they enjoyed the
most about Arita, some said the delicious food, the greenery,
the humidity; others, the socializing, the connection of art to
life, and how it changed their view of the world.
What I recognized when we returned was the spirit of the journey
in their pots.
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