Somehow, I came to the potato ceramic snack shop in Shi's hometown. I have heard others say that pottery is fun, but I have never done it myself, and my heart itches.
As soon as I entered the pottery museum, I saw a dazzling array of pottery works, including vases with classical and elegant shapes, exquisite and chic paintings and small and exquisite ceramics. Because it was the first time, I decided to make the simplest cup. I started doing it. I was taught to do it by an uncle. My uncle cut a piece of mud for me with a bamboo knife, pointing and saying, "First rub the mud into a circle, and then fix it on the turntable." I picked up the mud, which was soft but elastic.
I took the mud in my hand and turned it around, and finally it was twisted into a circle. I put it on the turntable. My uncle told me to do this, "drill a hole in the mud with your thumb." I saw that he drilled a hole with his thumb and shaped the mud. I drilled a hole with my thumb, but I have to ask the teacher how to make it tangible. The teacher carefully taught: "It's like wrapping a transparent fruit and rubbing it in the hole with both hands." According to my uncle's method, I quickly made the basic shape of the bottle. The next step is to use iron sheets. I scratched the cup to make it smooth, and the shape of a cup appeared in front of my eyes.
Now, the cup has no patterns, so I need to use magic tools to make patterns. At this step, I encountered a lot of trouble. Clay is sticky, and the patterns made by magic tools will soon stick to the table, which is easy to be damaged when taken down. It happened several times in a row, and the clothes were in a mess. It's really "losing my wife and losing my soldiers", which makes me very angry. Later, I tried to use iron pieces, and finally picked up the finished pattern and added some water to the back, and stuck the pattern on the cup.
The last step is drawing, using paint and strokes to draw the cup, but I only drew a little color. Although the cups made now are different from those in life, they will be the same as those in our life after being burned.
This time, when I was doing pottery, I got to know another art and felt extremely happy.
There are many kinds of traditional cultures in China, such as paper-cutting, Chinese painting and ceramics. Among them, ceramics can be seen everywhere in life.
The ancients invented ceramics in the Neolithic Age from about 8000 BC to 2000 BC. Most ceramics are composed of oxides, nitrides, borides and carbides. Ceramics can be filled with water when fired at 700 degrees, and can completely absorb water, resist high temperature and corrosion when fired at 1200 degrees. The technological process of producing ceramics is mud scouring, mud piling, blank drawing, blank printing, blank cutting, water pressing, blank drawing, glaze coating and kiln firing.
Speaking of ceramics, my family also has many porcelains, such as flowerpots, bowls and washbasins ... My flowerpots are round, the pattern on the outer wall is plant red stems, and the others are all black. The washbasin is round with a poem printed on the outer wall. The poem is titled "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night", and its content is "When the rain is fine, spring comes, sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently", and the word "Jingdezhen" is engraved next to it, indicating that this washbasin was made in Jingdezhen.
Among the pottery pictures I collected, I like horses made by tri-color craft in Tang Dynasty best. It has a low head, a pair of bright eyes embedded in its head, a pair of furry ears standing on its head and a colorful saddle on its back. I think: this horse is probably the best in ceramics!
Ah, the traditional culture of China is really like a huge treasure house. I want to know more about it in the future.
I am naive and have a naive heart.
Not as naughty as a child, but as naive as a child. Like to giggle, like the feeling of chaos, like crazy play. ...
Passing by the square, many children, what are you doing? Look, I'm drawing a porcelain doll, or I'll draw one, haha. I drew it about three years ago. It doesn't look good. To be exact, it's ruined. It's beyond recognition, but I can't bear to throw it away. It's still at my house. After all, it is three or four hours of hard work.
Good friends were invited this time, and we all went to draw pictures, early in the morning. ...
It's still early, not many people, and it's cool. I love the rogue rabbit, so I chose it. My good friend chose a couple. That's what I did last time I don't want to wear that fatigue.
There are thick and thin brushes, four or five brushes. We drew carefully and forgot the time. ...
Before I knew it, the sun was high, and I only painted part of it at noon, so I had to paint it again in the afternoon. Looking at each other, there are paints on the face, hands and arms. Go back and have a good wash. Let's send the unfinished work home first.
Go home well, wash first, or your mother will definitely not let you eat. After dinner and a short rest, we hit the road again by phone. When we arrived, we took out our work and continued to finish it. ...
After another three or four hours, we spent time in painting, and finally looked at the results and forgot everything. We went home happily with the porcelain dolls we bought all day. ...
This tells me that patience is very important, it can determine your success or failure!
Today is the third day of the National Day holiday. My parents said they would take me to paint pottery and learn to make ceramics in the evening. In our daily life, ceramics can be seen everywhere, such as plates, bowls, vases and so on. It is the crystallization of our ancestors' labor wisdom in daily life and an important symbol of our traditional culture.
As soon as my mother got off work, we came to the painted pottery painting on Beijing Road. I was attracted by the atmosphere as soon as I entered the door. Soft lighting, not dazzling or dim. Painted pottery with different shapes and bright colors is placed on the surrounding shelves. There are cups, plates, vases, and all kinds of small animals and fruits. According to my eldest sister who works here, all these things are made by guests who come here. Beautiful English songs are playing in the room, which are gentle and soothing. There are different people sitting in different corners, such as chatting and reading books, and children like me feel the charm of ceramics and understand the process of making ceramics. Aunt asked, "Little friend, are you making porcelain clay or colored clay?" I don't understand. After my aunt introduced me, I chose colored mud. First, I got my mother's permission. Second, I like beautiful colors. But at this moment, dad doesn't know where to go. Looking around, it turns out that dad is reading in the library area. I picked 12 pieces of colored mud, and then found a good seat to sit down, thinking about what to do? After careful consideration, I decided to make bracelets, pumpkins, snowmen and flowers, because it is simpler and the colors match well. I'll sort out the colored mud by color first, and then I'll start making bracelets. The bracelet made 15 beads, each bead was the same size, and the light on the paper took a photo of each bead. My father helped me make pumpkins. Time passed quickly, and soon it was 8 o'clock, and the snowman and the flowers were ready. I handed the painted mud to menstruation, and she helped me with the last process: fire roasting. It takes about 10 minutes.
Looking at the painted pottery made by myself, I feel full of sense of accomplishment and a little happy. Although they are not so perfect, they even have some shortcomings. At this time, I seem to understand a truth: labor brings happiness and happiness to people!
During the Dragon Boat Festival holiday, my mother took me to do pottery.
We were received by a kind aunt, who first greeted us kindly and then led us into the ceramic room.
There is an elder sister in the ceramic room who is teaching some children to make ceramics. She wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, which is very beautiful. Aunt asked me to call her Miss Wang.
When Mr. Wang saw me, he came over with a smile: "Little friend, are you here to make ceramics?" "Yes!" I'll answer right away. Miss Wang asked me to sit behind a machine. That machine has a button with a turntable on it. I don't understand. What do you need this for?
Teacher Wang took out a pile of gray mud from a red bag and handed it to me to put on the turntable of that machine. That pile of soil is wet and feels comfortable.
Teacher Wang stood behind me and taught me hand in hand. I saw her press the button and the turntable turned rapidly. The soil above has also changed a little.
Teacher Wang asked me what I wanted to be. I answered without hesitation: "vase!" " "So, Mr. Wang took me to do it. Her hand squeezed into the middle of the soil, where it became a little thinner. Topsoil, Teacher Wang asked me to expand outward and become the mouth of a vase. However, Tu is obedient in Mr. Wang's hands, but not so obedient in mine. Finally, a bottle mouth was made, but the upper part was uneven. No choice, Mr. Wang had to take something similar to a knife and remove the excess soil.
I don't know when a big hole was opened in the bottle mouth, and it was really possible to arrange flowers. I secretly admire the finished product. Really beautiful! In the process of rotation, the vase slowly has patterns. Although the color is still gray, it is already beautiful.
Teacher Wang said that the vase should be dried and dyed before it can be given to me. I have no choice but to go home glumly.
I can't wait to think that there will be a beautiful vase next time!
Today, our family came to Dadou Road, Canal. The houses here are all white bricks and blue tiles. All the streets and shops are here. We walked and walked until we met a pottery shop called Tian. My parents agreed to take us to make pottery. My brother and I ran into the shop.
There are not many people in the shop, only six or seven. There are many shelves on the wall, and there are all kinds of pottery on each shelf. There are vases, ashtrays, cups ... I chose a very delicate vase with three beautiful roses on it.
To start blank making, firstly, mud strips should be plated, and the mud strips should be placed on the base to form a circle. After the dish is cooked, it is smoothed. "There are three circles inside and three circles outside, and the magic of love has turned around." It will be finished soon. My parents asked me to make this thing into the shape of a bottle. This is a bit difficult. No, I accidentally lengthened the diameter of the bottle and it was about to collapse. My parents came in time to help me finish this step. No! Why is this vase inclined? I asked my parents to come and have a look. It took my parents a long time to help me adjust the center.
Start making roses, take a little mud, knead it into a circle, put it in your palm and press a petal with your thumb, and it will come out. I tried several times, but this one is too big, this one is too long, this one is too small ... I can't do it well. Seeing that my brother has started painting, my mood has become more agitated and I can only choose some to stick to it. But it won't stick and it will fall off. It turns out that many small holes have to be made at the bottom of the flower, and mud has to be put on it before it can stick.
After pasting, I took the vase and dried it. I started painting. I painted the flowers big red, yeah! No, I painted it on a leaf, so I covered it with green. After I painted it green, I found that the pigment was gone. No, I broke the petals with too much force. I tried to connect it, but I couldn't. I have no choice but to do so.
I was a little disappointed today, but I was also very happy, so I went home happily.
The composition of ceramic 7 has undergone historical weathering, and it becomes as pure as fire when it comes to ceramic technology. Ceramics is also an art, not simple. I am full of curiosity about this art that I have never touched before.
In Zeng Cuo An Village Village, Xiamen, an alley stretches forward, with shops and stalls on both sides. In every store, the first-class surging, very lively. Walking, I came to a ceramic factory in ceramics museum. I saw many ceramics, unfired porcelain blanks, and many large turntables and clay on the shelves inside. And I and several classmates next to me stared and stopped to watch in front of the store. After that, with the consent of our parents, we walked into this ceramic shop. After our repeated entreaties, my mother agreed. Accompanied by our teacher, we came to a machine for making ceramics. The teacher took a piece of clay, first pulled the embryo on the turntable, then opened the machine with his feet, and then put the clay on it. Between them, the clay moves up and down on the turntable, gradually becoming thinner and thicker, and a hole is dug in it with a tool. Gradually, a porcelain blank similar to a cup was formed. Then, she asked us to do it ourselves and reduce the thickness, but we were too nervous to use force. So it hasn't changed for the time being. The teacher showed me, looked at her, put four fingers into the mud and straightened the mud hard. All the movements were easily solved. I looked at it like a fool. When it was my turn, I was still afraid to do it. Finally, I held my breath and stretched hard, but the effect was not obvious. I tried several times, and gradually, the mud became thinner. So, I told the teacher the shape I wanted to make. The teacher made the shape and I changed it again. ......
Finally, I carved my favorite pattern on the clay with a bamboo stick.
Although this clay has not been fired, it will be printed in my mind forever through this interesting production process.
On Sunday, my parents took me to Changsha Tongguan Kiln to make ceramics.
"Mom, is this it?" I pointed to the building in front and said that my mother nodded, and I suddenly woke up and pulled my parents to run over. The cashier asked us if we were here to make ceramics. I reacted faster than anyone else and quickly agreed. The cashier gave me a yellow apron to prevent my clothes from getting dirty, and then asked my parents to pay. I don't care about them. I can't wait to go to the ceramic museum! There are so many children there! There are a sea of people, but I am lucky to have an empty seat. I immediately sat up. At this moment, a little sister came over with a small pile of soil and put it on the disc in front of me. She pressed a button and the disc turned quickly. She said, "I'll teach you how to do it." I nodded, only to see her gently press down in the middle of the soil with her thumb, and then pull her hands to both sides. A standard bowl is ready, which is amazing! When she finished, she asked me to do it myself. I was so nervous that I accidentally moved my hand and the soil tilted a little to the right. When I pulled it out again, it was too big, so I did nothing. I am very disappointed. My sister encouraged me, and she believed I could do it. She said, "Don't be nervous, take your time and have confidence in yourself." She said she was gone, so I made up my mind to do it well and did it again. Although it is much better than last time, it is still ugly. I did it again and again, and there was more and more dirt on my hands, and big drops of sweat flowed down my head. Finally, when I did it for the eighth time, I succeeded. I did it as beautifully as my sister. I gently shoveled the work down and showed it to my parents. I was filled with joy when I was praised. My mother also gave me a beautiful gift and a beautiful ceramic necklace, and I jumped with joy.
What a happy day! I really like making ceramics!
Making Ceramic Products We walked into a ceramic shop, where there were many ceramic products: ceramic horses, ceramic furniture, ceramic figures ... which dazzled us.
My sister paid the money first, and the shopkeeper gave us a pile of white sticky soil. I sat in a chair, my sister sat in front of me, and put the earth on a disc: "Remember, as soon as you step on this pedal, this disc will turn." She pointed to a white pedal on the ground that looked like an accelerator. I nodded my head.
We stood in the mud and stepped on the pedal gently. A pile of mud is spinning in the disk. Unconsciously, the harder I step on it, the faster it turns, like a tornado. Finally, I stepped on the treadmill to the end, and the soil was thrown off the disk by inertia and fell to one side.
"What's the matter with you!" My sister glared at me and put the mud on the disc again. I held the mud in my hands and stepped on the pedal, and the mud began to spin again. I hold it in my right hand. After the mud turned into a gourd, I put my hand into the gourd, took out the excess mud by hand, and then pinched the middle part of the gourd with my fingers and collected it inside. The gourd becomes thin and long.
"It looks the same." At some point, I won't pedal. I look at this work of art, it looks like a vase, a bowl and a cup.
"Well, let's make a vase!" I stepped on the pedal again. The wind outside blew a poem, and the leaves began to rustle, as if everyone was looking forward to the birth of the work.
"Done!" I said excitedly. The vase in front of me took me an hour. Great, it's done. Now there is only the last step-molding. I gave my work to the store manager, who put my work in the stove and hot air came out of the stove.
A few minutes later, a steaming porcelain vase was born. I looked at the vase and couldn't calm down for a long time.
Write a ceramic essay 10 "haha, you did a great job!" "ah! How did mine fail? " Come and see me and it's beautiful. Who is so happy? It turned out to be our classmate! Why are they so happy? It turned out that the school organized us to visit the ceramic art museum and make a work of our own.
My classmates and I went to the youth activity center. We went upstairs to the pottery museum.
The first thing that caught my eye was some tables. There is some clay and a rag on the table. I found a table and sat down, and then I began to learn to make pottery. The teacher told us that if we want to make pottery, we must throw mud first, and then we began to throw mud. I picked up a piece of mud and started throwing it for a long time. Finally, I broke the clay into a board. Then, the teacher asked us to repair it with a knife and make it into the size we like as the bottom plate. I finished the clay board, and then I started making works.
I wanted to make a small tank, so I started to make it, but there seems to be not enough clay. What should I do? Then I had a brainwave and thought of a way. I just made it hollow. As soon as I got started, I made a small hollow jar, but it was hollow without glue, which made my jar very easy to break. At this time, the teacher told me that clay can be dipped in water to make mud and glue. I tried, and it really worked. In a short time, my small tank was finished, very beautiful. Students can't help but marvel at my work.
Making pottery is really interesting. Come and have a try.
On National Day, my mother said that she would take my sister and me to a ceramic shop to make ceramics. My sister and I jumped three feet.
After lunch, we drove away. After many twists and turns, we finally found the "Letaotao" ceramic shop in the east alley of the experimental primary school.
Walking into the ceramic shop, my mother found an apron to wrap it for me, and then I couldn't wait to find an empty seat to sit down. My uncle in the shop took a piece of mud, slapped it on the small rotating turntable in front of me, helped me knead the mud into a cylinder and said a few words to me. Then my ceramic production began.
I want to make a bowl first, so that I can eat with it every day. I first put four fingers into the jar and made a hole, then took out my hand and slowly pressed the mud down, and it didn't take long to get out of control. The originally formed mud turned around and returned to its original appearance. Finally, with the rotation of the turntable, mud flew out and splashed my face, which caused my mother to laugh!
I tried again and again, but I didn't succeed once. I have no choice but to ask my uncle in the shop. With the help of my uncle, my bowl finally took shape, and my sister's bowl was also made with the help of my mother. Then my uncle said that we should blow dry our ceramics with a hair dryer. After waiting for about 10 minutes, you can draw on it. I thought about it and drew a Doraemon. Although it is not very beautiful, it is my first work and I am proud of it. My sister and mother drew a lovely HelloKitty on the bowl.
The following is waiting for the bowl to be fired and shaped. My uncle said it would take a week. I am looking forward to it!
On a sunny morning, my mother and I happily came to Xiamen Culture and Art Center. Looking around, what impressed me was this DIY handmade ceramic workshop. When I walked in, I was deeply attracted by the exquisite handmade works of art in the store. At this time, an uncle came face to face: "children, do you want to play the game of mud transformation with uncle?" Uncle said kindly. I nodded quickly.
Under the guidance of my uncle, we came to the showcase. In the window, I chose a beautiful white ceramic bowl with colorful flowers carved on it. I excitedly said to my uncle, "I'll take this bowl!" " "Then, I couldn't wait to take a bag of khaki mud that my uncle handed me, tie an apron, put on embroidered sleeves and come to the production stage. I watched my uncle demonstrate to me and explained that the production process needs drawing, trimming, hydrating, carving and firing to complete. I am eager to take action when I have a general understanding of the production steps. First of all, I put the clay in the wheel of the workbench, press the switch button of the workbench, and with the help of the rotating force, I carefully move the clay down and pull it into an oval shape by hand until the clay is pulled to a certain thickness and height. Then, I picked up a flat knife and smoothed the surface of the formed blank by rotation. Then, I used a flat knife to carve the base of the bowl at the bottom of the oval blank. Finally, I drew colorful flowers on the blank bowl with colored mud. Suddenly, a delicate blank bowl appeared in front of my eyes, and I jumped three feet in excitement, looking forward to the ceramic bowl that was fired half a month later.
In fact, seemingly insignificant mud can also be turned into bowls, vases, cups and small animals! It's really different in shape and beautiful. As long as you observe it carefully and make it with your heart, it will definitely make the mud bloom brilliantly.