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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Japanese Imari

Imari porcelain was made in Japan and China beginning in the seventeenth century. In the eighteenth century and later, it was copied by porcelain factories in Germany, France, England, and the United States.

It was especially popular in the nineteenth century and is still being made. Imari is characteristically decorated with stylized bamboo, floral, and geometric designs in orange, red, green, and blue.

Japanese Imari had less details, darker colors, and less gold by the middle of the nineteenth century. The name comes from the Japanese port of Imari, which exported the ware made nearby in a factory at Arita.

Imari is now a general term for any pattern of this type

Juzan Gama

We found these Japanese bowls in Antwerp. I thought they were stunning and had never seen anything marked like these. When we returned home from holiday… I just had to look them up.

The Juzan Gama Pottery, I believe are a 20th c. modern Japanese porcelain bowls manufactured by 壽山窯 Juzan Family Kiln (Juzan gama).

Juzan Kiln, aka Juzan Gama, still operates today and is located in Nagasaki, Japan producing table wares under the name Juzan Toki.

Juzan Gama produced wares are called Hasami-yaki. This particular style seen on the outside of the bowl is made by what is called chattering kana.

The kana scraper, a metal tool, is held onto a leather hard, unfired bowl, and the bowl is spun. The kana jumps up and down, chatters, across the surface to produce the regular markings.

Old Lustre Still

Early possible Société Céramique made some history in Maestrich.

Then Petrus Regout came along and made Lustre Soup bowls out of clay, dipped them in glaze and named it pottery in the Goudkust pattern I do believe. Earth tone was his favourite. Possibly an early Alpine pattern.

This particular bowl was loved a very long time. Someone’s favourite noodle bowl no doubt. As it appears has gone through many years of good service. It’s the oldest bowl I’ve ever seen. It’s a life that has been very useful. Survived longer than many.

Description looks Moroccan. Old Orange rusty and brown.

Flowers, leaves, geometric lines, swirls and acorns in earth tones come into mind. Throw some chilli and paprika in.

Made in Belgium.

Good to ok condition; He’s not perfect, but no chips except for the bit inside, where it’s discoloured. Perhaps a child nicked it with a spoon once when told to finish the porridge inside.

There are two hairline cracks; one on the base inside and one on the inside top. Looks like it was repaired.

There is graininess and cracklings inside. Outside some of the lustre has been lost; there some of its colour has faded near the base.

It must be hard to be the only one left around. All the others are gone now.

Found this in old lovey bowl in Paris last year. Montmartre to be exact. I was going to keep it, but maybe it belongs in a museum.

The age may be great, but true beauty never fades. The old Lustre is there. I guess even old pots have a life.

Winter in France

Situated near the Pyrenees and located in close proximity to the Mediterranean coast.

The climate of this French city is very wet with snow and a cold climate normally found in the Midi-Pyrenees area of southern France, alongside the banks of the Garonne River.

The winter months in the Mid Pyreneese are inspiring, when daytime times during January and February average around 12°C, and on occasion reach more than 15°C, although the nights can feel a little chilly.

Although the winter months between November and February are nothing like the cold, snowy affairs of northern Europe, the mountains do see its share of days and nights with freezing temperatures and the occasional snowfall.

London Calling

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I love London and what it represents and its why our hearts won’t be broken even if we are separated by this distance; I can hear it calling me just as clearly as I know our love will not fade away; and i will not suffer because I know it will not change. And I will do all that it takes to return to you. Knowing this will make us even stronger. Tougher. It is only a Visa that keeps us apart, but if this is the law and what it takes to make me the person who I was meant to be to secure in a nation according to British Law so I can return to you; then so be it.

London is at the centre of English power and justice is Parliament Square. It is a square in central London with a good view of the Palace of Westminster; Houses of Parliament, Big Ben, the Tower of London, Westminster Abbey, it’s a place where royal marriages happen kings and queens have been crowned and prisoners were held.

In the United Kingdom, the Parliament is like the America, where Congress is a vital part of democracy, perhaps representing the most important common form of freedoms around the world.

The common ground between nations is peace and it’s designed to further the cause of peace both domestic and foreign.

Here the British Parliament works to encourage its people’s to promote laws safety, protecting freedoms, charity, protest, protecting its lands, people, rich heritage, promoting diversity and it’s art and historic culture while maintaining law and it’s democratic processes, and foreign policy.

The square is home to ten statues of British and foreign statesmen beginning with Winston Churchill’s statue which faces Parliament and other statues like Nelson Mandela and Abraham Lincoln.

I See The Ocean

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All these feelings, bring me words and thought, and the last few days I can’t even hold them back, it seems as if I am ready to burst . Its like holding back the waves like an in ocean of water; where the bay on the Bristol Channel on the South Wales coast. Places on the bay include Mumbles, Swansea and Port Talbot. The River Neath, River Tawe, River Afan and Blackpill stream flow into the it to it prying its way to the shore and out the the sea. That’s is where I am. I’m in a place where my heart can wonder; where I can see the ocean everyday. In the beginning there were fears, fears about us. But no more fear.

You were open; opening me to marry like the pages of poetry and hidden letters you wrote to himself about me that I accidentally read on purpose, but not by accident that I discovered like a child, where there is no hiding behind black ink and writing for once; writing the truth, but sometimes vaguely and I do that too; sometimes.

And then we throw out the apologies for everything: the names and the ignorance; it’s the ways of separating me and you from the rest of the world; then me differently from the rest; of being your little bird climbing into the nest. Its a way of forgiving and not judging; of how love comes about. There is no distance between us and the no unfairness, all you would have to do is look at me and I would laugh and then both of us cry like babies.

And there are strangers to me who know you and each other very well and they let me in. They liked “us” together, recognizing us as a couple. I had been asked enough questions by now with many personalities, all those who work in the shops and their feet were hurting, workers who had the power to swing an ax on my already fractured remains, but every time I open my mouth to speak; I get hundreds of questions and so I repeat my story. Of how we met and why am I here…for many of the Welsh; it’s the first time they met an American and they love our story or at least that’s what they tell me. It’s one of the reasons I chose to write about it and to you.

However, I won’t forget what I came to Wales for…when I rushed in, crying like no man on Earth has ever witnessed and I came over for you, to your bed; for a hug, unable to speak through tears. I immediately was awakened into life anew; swallowing up this life chased by a chug of straight vodka. In life there are bittersweet moments that I left behind for something better and it is in these new moments, I will remember as the very best.

To know you, this manly legend of testosterone fueled fighting awesomeness and with a hunting aim like no other, but the strongest I’ve ever witnessed and when I fell in love with you was thumbing loose pages of a book with a broken spine; all of a sudden and then all at once.

The moments where you took off the suit of armor and showed me the human inside. We are like the pieces of the puzzle coming together, who after all these years someone decided to open the box and put it together. We, who know each other very well, even the fragmented parts; and that it’s a beautiful landscape coming together; like two poets who love and try harder to have others understand what we see and that it is within of our blue eyes.

~ American Girl in Wales

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