Woppy Jawed, Wapper Jawed, Whopperjawed, Whomperjawed. What do these words mean? Something that’s askew. Crooked. Not straight. Uneven, even. And they all apply to my work. I come from the measure three times and cut for the rest of the day school of crafting. I wonder how I ever managed to make two quilts. I used to fret about my crooked lines and uneven seams. But as I got older, I got smarter. Or maybe wiser (in the Equus africanus asinus sense, of course). I embraced my flaws, including my wopperjawdiddidity. (I made up that word in case you’re wondering.) Hence the Wopperjawed Pot. The Wopperjawed Pot is about 12 inches tall and is hand-built of white earthenware using the tarpaper technique. I used colored underglazes, stains, and chalks for the surface decoration. Everything is covered with a clear matte glaze. It took third place in ceramics in the Fleisher Art Memorial Student Show (the 120th annual!) and was the inspiration for the menorah. Which is also wopperjawed. Here are some pictures.
Boris has a good viewing post to observe the pot. It looks like he is bemused, slightly. 🙋
Who knows how a pussy cat thinks?