Sarah was not at all surprised to discover that Angel was a sculptor who worked in ceramics. She had set up her workspace for the day with Bishop and as they settled back into the meditative task of glazing tiles it gave her the opportunity to watch Angel at work.
Angel had twisted wet scrap paper into lumps and then rolled out sheets of clay to overlay the primitive frame. Sarah was gobsmacked that it only took a few minutes for a stylised fox to appear. It took a little longer for Angel to finesse the sculpture and finish it to her satisfaction, but it was still quick enough to seem like magic to Sarah.
After slicing the piece off the board and setting it aside, Angel wiped her hands down her thighs leaving streaks of clay on her overalls. Sarah had so far been using a heavy twill apron while she worked and, while it had been adequate for her glazing work, if she was to start working directly with the clay, overalls would be a sensible option if she didn’t want to return to the castle looking like she’d been ringside at a mud wrestling tournament.
While Sarah had been pondering the relative merits of protective garments, Angel had created a second smaller version of her fox sculpture.
“How did you do that so quickly?” Sarah set her glazing bottle aside and walked around the bench to admire Angel’s sculptures.
“Years of practice.” Angel shrugged. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a chance to get my hands dirty, but I’ve been sketching out ideas while I was Above.”
“What happens next with these guys?” Sarah waved a hand towards the foxes.
“Once they’re fired they’ll be the masters. Moulds will be created and they’ll have a limited run of castings in bronze and ceramics. Jareth is involved on the metal side of things, he has a way with patinas, but Erich knows metal like nobody else.”
Angel led Sarah out of their studio and into the much larger pottery it neighboured to show her the many goblins diligently at work. She pointed out the different production stages from the slip being poured into moulds, drained and then the leather hard clay being removed from the mould and the join marks being removed before it could then dry and be fired.
“You’ve worked with enough decorative glazing to be familiar with the rest of the process.”
Sarah picked up a finished plate and admired the delicate fruit motif around the rim. She carefully flipped it over and saw a stamp with a Goblin Kingdom sigil and other pottery marks. She’d seen a lot of the tableware in passing and had never given much thought to its origins, but was delighted to learn that it was a local industry.
“Is this just for use in the kingdom?” Sarah handed the plate back to a goblin.
Angel smiled broadly. “Goblin Kingdom tableware is highly prized and exported throughout the Underground.”
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Sarah was not at all surprised to discover that Angel was a sculptor who worked in ceramics. She had set up her workspace for the day with Bishop and as they settled back into the meditative task of glazing tiles it gave her the opportunity to watch Angel at work.
Angel had twisted wet scrap paper into lumps and then rolled out sheets of clay to overlay the primitive frame. Sarah was gobsmacked that it only took a few minutes for a stylised fox to appear. It took a little longer for Angel to finesse the sculpture and finish it to her satisfaction, but it was still quick enough to seem like magic to Sarah.
After slicing the piece off the board and setting it aside, Angel wiped her hands down her thighs leaving streaks of clay on her overalls. Sarah had so far been using a heavy twill apron while she worked and, while it had been adequate for her glazing work, if she was to start working directly with the clay, overalls would be a sensible option if she didn’t want to return to the castle looking like she’d been ringside at a mud wrestling tournament.
While Sarah had been pondering the relative merits of protective garments, Angel had created a second smaller version of her fox sculpture.
“How did you do that so quickly?” Sarah set her glazing bottle aside and walked around the bench to admire Angel’s sculptures.
“Years of practice.” Angel shrugged. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a chance to get my hands dirty, but I’ve been sketching out ideas while I was Above.”
“What happens next with these guys?” Sarah waved a hand towards the foxes.
“Once they’re fired they’ll be the masters. Moulds will be created and they’ll have a limited run of castings in bronze and ceramics. Jareth is involved on the metal side of things, he has a way with patinas, but Erich knows metal like nobody else.”
Angel led Sarah out of their studio and into the much larger pottery it neighboured to show her the many goblins diligently at work. She pointed out the different production stages from the slip being poured into moulds, drained and then the leather hard clay being removed from the mould and the join marks being removed before it could then dry and be fired.
“You’ve worked with enough decorative glazing to be familiar with the rest of the process.”
Sarah picked up a finished plate and admired the delicate fruit motif around the rim. She carefully flipped it over and saw a stamp with a Goblin Kingdom sigil and other pottery marks. She’d seen a lot of the tableware in passing and had never given much thought to its origins, but was delighted to learn that it was a local industry.
“Is this just for use in the kingdom?” Sarah handed the plate back to a goblin.
Angel smiled broadly. “Goblin Kingdom tableware is highly prized and exported throughout the Underground.”