July 27, 2009

Foreigner 外国人 Waiguoren

In smaller, less touristic Chinese towns and cities, a western face stands out in the crowd. People notice, they stare, they comment. They say "waiguoren", point, encourage their children to look. They say "hello", if they are bold. Waiguoren means outside country person. A regular contact will come to call me "Lao Wai", old foreigner. As a middle aged woman, here in the U.S. no one notices me, I am invisible. I like that. So being so conspicuous is hard for me. An American studio mate in Jingdezhen said he thought it was like being a movie star, likening his look to Jack Nickolson. I never liked it, or fancied myself a double for Demi Moore (with Patrick Swayze making throwing look oh so sexy). I tired of the feeling that I represented nothing more than money, dollar sign on the forehead. I sometimes hid my face under my umbrella. But I learned to smile (oh common ground) and say "Ni hao" or answer the hello with "Do you speak English?" in Mandarin. My speaking in Chinese is a conversation starter.
  • On the small street behind the campus a kid on his bike nearly fell off with his jaw agape when he saw me on my bike. I wished I had a picture of his face.
  • I heard a shopkeeper tell his wife to raise the prices...it's a foreigner.
  • A taxi driver insisted that my eyes were not blue enough.
  • On my last day young girls I passed said "waiguoren" to each other and I countered with "我不是外国人,我是美国人:I am not a foreigner, I am an American." They were stunned and giggling.
The advantage of staying an extended time in one place, going to the same fruit seller or art supply store every day is that you become a person, not just a curiosity, after a while. A greying American woman, traveling alone, riding a bike with clay on her jeans is an oddity. After a couple of weeks of buying my pineapple quarter on a stick and oranges from the same woman, she finally asked me how old I was and we had a halting conversation despite her local accent.

And there are friends. When curiosity about a foreigner on campus and in town gives way to new found friendship forged in two languages and common interests. This is a hurdle worthy of the effort. More on friends later.

July 22, 2009

Kiln Guys

Today I am loading the smaller of my two outermost Cape Cod gas kilns and find myself writing about kilns in Jingdezhen. Kilns there used to be wood or coal fired, but that has changed. The town used to have hundreds of stacks putting out smoky effluent of the dirty fuels. Sickly air quality has improved since they were closed in favor of gas kilns over the past 20 years. Like every other part of the ceramic process there, the firing of kilns is the province of the master. I used two of these in my stay there. This one is close to the Jingdezhen Ceramics Institute, so it is the one most used by the students there.

The kiln is unloaded at eight a.m. Between 8 and 10 the makers arrive to collect their finished work. Once collected, we show the work to the owner, who, with a glance calculates the fees, paid in cash, change made from a fat wad from the pocket.
New works arrive, students fuss with beads on supports of high temperature Kanthal wire and clay. I failed miserably at this, asking the wire to do more that the weight of the stones I made would allow. To me, everything was an experiment worth stretching the limits, losses are lessons. By 10 a.m. the loaded cart is pushed on its rails into a steel and fiber car kiln.

Another day, another firing to 1300C. There is no room for the kind of experimentation with fire that is such an integral part of my clay life. The loading of this kiln is exactly as I learned for porcelain firing, so familiar and known. The kiln guys at this kiln don't smile. I like the guy at the other kiln. This second kiln, in the Old Sculpture Factory area is fired on an afternoon schedule. In by 3 p.m., out by 1. I made the mistake of bringing work there on the day off and by bike--oops. Generally, pots are hand carried. With enough pots to carry, a guy with a hand cart or one with two hanging racks on a shoulder pole can be hired to walk from the studio to the kiln.

July 8, 2009

Themes in no particular order

  • bamboo scaffolds
  • Fired hard or soft
  • the power of smile
  • on bicycling and traffic
  • 慢走man zou Slow go.
  • chinglish and meizhonghua
  • better a smoke after dinner than 99 years
  • 100 steps
  • Division of labor
  • Bobo and the girls
  • Passover
  • Full moon
  • Waltzing with Matilde
  • Argentine International Tile Project
  • James and the Gettysburg Address
  • Painting Wu Fei
  • Theme parks of Ancient Villages
  • Yaoli and Nanshan Waterfall
  • Hanging coffins LongHuShan
  • Clay and Place
  • Meeting of interests--Chinese culture and clay
  • Sanctuary in a dorm
  • Shifu, masters
  • Visual depictions of Ceramic Processes
  • Hutiaoxia sculpture
  • Traffic
  • Ming Qing Jie, Tombsweeping, shrines and incense
  • Yoga
  • Fear of nothing
  • A foreigner speaking Chinese
  • English Corner
  • Food alley
  • Music in the Studio
  • Take the long way
  • Kiln guys
  • Laochang, the old factory