Musings from the Moonroom

Thoughts on Art, Inspiration, Creativity and Spirit


An Archeological Dig Through Scrap Clay

I’ve amassed quite a bit of scrap clay these past few months.  A fair amount I’ve generated on my own.  Some I got from Judy Dunn (and it is so colorful!)  The rest was gifted to me at Klay Karma (ok, I offered to take it off of Sherry’s hands but it was like receiving a gift.)

The other day I was emptying a scrap clay container so I could line it with freezer paper.  As I dumped out the container I had to smile at all the bits that I recognized from past projects.

The ball of Fimo that still requires Mix Quick to become malleable.  I remember the exact thing I made with that clay.  My first woven pins made with a burgundy color and white Fimo.  I think the pins were heart shaped.  I loved the pins.  However, I developed a serious dislike for Fimo after that adventure.

The experiment with alcohol inks and paint on clay and the bowls that were generated from it.  I still have the bowls.  That particular design didn’t go over very well.  Oh well, they make nice candy dishes and ring holders in my studio.

The stars and stripes cane bits.  Where did that come from?  Oh yes, a friend who commissioned me to make a stars and stripes pin for her.  She loved her pin.  Ironically anything else I made using this cane didn’t sell.

A chrysantemum cane end; more clay painted with Lumiere paints; stained glass cane bits, faux jade, faux bone, and a chunk of a purple and white bullseye cane (or is that a poorly formed Skinner blend plug?)  More mokume gane bits, a checkerboard cane piece, a slice off a shamrock cane (one of the first canes I attempted; with Sculpey no less), and bits of a jelly roll cane.  And the rest is just bits and pieces.

My scrap clay collects bit upon bit until the bucket fills.  Some people sort their scraps by color.  Others roll their scraps into partially blended lumps.  And then there are those who claim to not have any scrap clay.  Somehow they don’t have any leftovers.

I’m surprised so many of these clay bits jogged my memory.  Funny how you can trace your past creations by the scrap bits in a bucket.  Curious how these bits will be combined to make a lovely muddy color that will eventually be used as a clay core for something else.  Clay that is always transforming, always finding a purpose.

What past creations can you find in your scrap clay bucket?