Satsuma Plate

Japanese Satsuma Pottery in Gosu blue Satsuma: produced in limited quantity in Kyoto in the mid-nineteenth century; pieces with over- or under-glaze containing minerals such as cobalt or asbolite. Very collectible.

This process gives the hue and a more vivid quality to these delicate beautiful hand painted images.

Bizen Ware Keshiki

Japanese Bizen ware Tea kettle. It is Reddish Green Brown pottery covered with a light brown and Ash glaze. With the potters mark.

Bizen; Keshiki, or in English view/landscape, refers to the different effects that form on the surface of Bizen ceramics during the firing in the kiln. This tea pot is one of the most common Keshiki to look out for, but Hi-Iro, pictured above; I think is one of the best of the many in the Bizen-Yaki has to offer in the Bizen Ware category;

Hi-iro, Meaning is “flame color”. Colors such as striking bright red or reddish-brown coat areas of the ceramics.

Aobizen

Ao means blue. A beautiful, yet subtle shade of blue dons the surface of the ceramics.

Botamochi

The shape and color look similar to the Japanese rice cake called botamochi, hence the naming.

Goma

Looks like a sprinkling of sesame seeds on the surface of the ceramics. Sesame seeds are known as goma in Japanese, hence the naming.

Hidasuki

Eye catching red scorch markings created during firing due to the clay being wrapped in straw.

Hi-iro

Meaning is “flame color”. Colors such as striking bright red or reddish-brown coat areas of the ceramics.

Kasegoma

A very desirable keshiki. The clay takes on a “crusty” texture. Usually a gray/silvery color.

Sangiri

Quite a varying array of colors, textures, and patches over the surface of the clay caused in the kiln during firing. One of the major keshiki and one that can give a Bizen piece an absolutely fantastic view/landscape.

Shiso-iro

a beautiful purple tone that resembles the leaf color of the perilla plant known as Shiso in Japanese. Iro simply means color.

Kinsai

Kin means gold in Japanese. Basically the surface of the clay takes on a gold color. Naturally a very sort after Keshiki!

Ishihaze

Small cracks that form around tiny stones that are used in the clay to create a desirable rough finish. The cracks are caused during drying and firing when the clay starts to shrink. The tiny stones don’t shrink, so sometimes they cause the clay to crack open around them.

This is regularly seen as a flaw in the western world, but is truly seen as aesthetic in Japan, and is dearly loved and prized for adding natural beauty to ceramics!

Sadler Blue Willow

This is a vintage ginger jar, tea caddy is decorated with a Chinoiserie, Blue Willow pattern. The underside is stamped “Sadler England” and would date to the 1930s.

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Made in Belgium

During the Belgian revolution of 1830 and the period of mutiny afterwards (1830-1839) the family BOCH had already acquired a long tradition in the field of faience and a lot of strategic experience in anticipating politic and economic developments.

Around 1874, due to the passionate interest of collectors of old faience pieces, Victor BOCH hires Dutchman from Maastricht, some already experienced after years of work in Delft. These Dutch faience painters brought their knowledge, experience and skills.

Thanks to their collaboration the old working methods were applied on different clay than the potters in Delft.

A period of reproduction of decors is followed by a period of innovation, among others with the polychrome decors on white background, or bleu, green or black, and afterwards new decors.

Luxury faience is decorated with Delft decors, and becomes a speciality of the “Manufacture” in a division named “la Chambre des peintres hollandais” (the Holland painter’s chamber).

These pieced each with a hand painted signature of the interlaced letters “B, F, K“ (Boch frères Keramis) on the bottom of the pieces.

These artistic products in Delft style are hand painted, instead of being decorated with a usual printed decor.

 

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The Bluebell

Bluebell

By Anne Bronte

A fine and subtle spirit dwells

In every little flower,

Each one its own sweet feeling breathes

With more or less of power.

There is a silent eloquence

In every wild bluebell

That fills my softened heart with bliss

That words could never tell.

Yet I recall not long ago

A bright and sunny day,

‘Twas when I led a toilsome life

So many leagues away;

That day along a sunny road

All carelessly I strayed,

Between two banks where smiling flowers

Their varied hues displayed.

Before me rose a lofty hill,

Behind me lay the sea,

My heart was not so heavy then

As it was wont to be.

Less harassed than at other times

I saw the scene was fair,

And spoke and laughed to those around,

As if I knew no care.

But when I looked upon the bank

My wandering glances fell

Upon a little trembling flower,

A single sweet bluebell.

Whence came that rising in my throat,

That dimness in my eye?

Why did those burning drops distil –

Those bitter feelings rise?

O, that lone flower recalled to me

My happy childhood’s hours

When bluebells seemed like fairy gifts

A prize among the flowers,

Those sunny days of merriment

When heart and soul were free,

And when I dwelt with kindred hearts

That loved and cared for me.

I had not then mid heartless crowds

To spend a thankless life

In seeking after others’ weal

With anxious toil and strife.

‘Sad wanderer, weep those blissful times

That never may return!’

The lovely floweret seemed to say,

And thus it made me mourn.

Sadler Wellington Bluebell Vintage Tea Cup Set. England c1950s. Bone china. A tea cup produced; a highly regarded English china company; Sadler.

Art Carved

What is the condition that distinguishes us from animal, plant and from inorganic matter, including the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and continual change preceding death.

Every human story is a life written and represented; and from there we exist. There are the experiences where we feel real emotion; just as I know emotion is not a fictional pseudonym.

We seek to dream and dream about the things we seek; of a spiritual reality and a destiny greater than the merely mortal.

What are those things that are more than merely mortal? The author with a prose; the lecturer with an intended set of temporal actions to achieve an objective, the painter with oil and canvas; to that, it is their life, of their work and to its end is their purpose.

Reflecting about what we see and what it

creates within us is what gives us self worth; an appreciation for the things that surround us.

Maybe it allows us to inspired, to be motivated. Could it be that dependence on the sense of this desire of fulfilment is what gives us this sense of value to our life?

Is it this philosophy or is the aesthetics that answers the questions to these principles that gives beauty to these arts; to writing, to critical thinking, to language, thought, the appreciation of an old Dutch painting; and perhaps even to an angel face carved in wood from the 18th Century.

Me and Jim found him in a market together near the Louvre.

I don’t maybe, but I think things like this old Wood face is the aesthetics; in the beautiful philosophy when I look into the face of an art carved angel.

Spain

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We drove through the Pyrenees and across France to Spain following the mountain bends; the roads curving in alternate succession forming our path along the way and it almost seemed if the mountains alternated rather that the road ascending to the rise and fall of the pitch.  And it was there I witnessed for the first time near Valencia these majestic mosaic fields of white rock and limestone where orange trees seem to grow in groves for miles and miles from right out of the white sands.

There were the olive trees too that covered every surface area defending the glistening inlets from the Mediterranean Sea with villages nestling in valleys pointing the way to the to Tarragona; one of the most ancient parts of southern Spain. We were heading to Barcelona, Cartagena then Madrid. Each a Roman City with visual evidence of remains even older than before recorded time and places that have been inhabited by humans for more two millennia.

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The land is massive and diverse with incredible biodiversity and where everything survives from these limestone mountains. They hills are dotted with cave homes and castles forts every ten miles just to give you an idea of the scale of the countryside.

Driving beneath these ridges we had made our from Tarragona to Barcelona by sunset. Just an hour from Cartagena we could have been in Portugal or Morocco depending on our direction of our destination.

Destiny is the universal principle and the ultimate by which the order of things is presumably prescribed; the decreed cause of events and time. These are the Argons and maybe if these mountains had eyes, they would wake to find us standing in admiration of them. I can feel them and it is as if they could breathe life into me like the wind upon the earth’s shore. These Argon Mountains have seen untold sunrises with the many who have longed to conquer; not to forget the Crusaders who passed through here when they came only to thunder praise standing reverent and so silent.

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We were in these mountains in January near Valencia. We had just left Barcelona and on our way to Catalonia. It is close to Morocco was just thinking of the Moors and who fought and failed to take possession of this lands. When I look at them the land seems almost impenetrable for those who might have attempted to enter with the idea of conquering. There are just too many hilltop castles and  fortresses along the way to the East, North, and South and beyond.

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They left traces of history and probably built for protection from the Moors. It’s there in these mountains where I can almost feel the traces of destiny that they left behind. And it was here where I see proof that destiny is part of the life’s journey; and I know it does not come about without some tension and maybe we’re are not always supposed to know how things will be or turn out, but perhaps we were just lead hear by Faith. I don’t know for sure, but I think the mountain is in us; and maybe its just a part of the daily climb; where it continues to kindle my every enthusiasm, making my every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of me.

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