Handcrafted with Love

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At Studio Asobi, we believe that there is a place in this world for beautiful creations crafted by hand – slowly, lovingly and uniquely.

Our clay vessels each bear a name and a little haiku, and just as we have enjoyed making them, we hope that they bring the same joy to whoever holds and uses them.

The pictures below are a glimpse of our pottery works and creative process. Larger sculptures and installations can be found here.

We welcome you to join our pottery journey too, with our individual workshops, corporate sessions, regular classes, or volunteering.

Haven't been having many good days recently. Tiredness, relationship issues, creative block, all these things can really mess with one's heart.

Well one good thing about having a pottery studio is that there are these really mundane yet beautiful things to do, perfect for when you just don't feel like doing anything. Here's one - making glaze tiles. Our previous post showed the individual cut tiles, and here's what they look like before being removed from the wheel.

There are many ways to make glaze tiles. Some potters use molds, others roll and cut slabs, we prefer to throw a cylinder with a footing and cut it into equal segments that can stand on their own and look almost the same. It's not the most efficient, nor necessarily the most elegant, but it is still efficient and elegant enough for a studio like ours.

So today I squeezed in some time to make one of these, and it's really quite therapeutic to know that I'm making something useful that needs to get done anyway, but that I still get to experience the peaceful and familiar feeling of soft wet clay speeding through my fingers, silently growing and transforming, not needing to look beautiful or perfect, but still looking beautiful anyway.

I usually make a cylinder big enough for 32 tiles, but today I thought I'd try throwing to the edge of the wooden bat, and ended up pretty satisfied with the 40 tiles that it yielded. Showed off the process improvement to Huiwen, who, noble wife that she is, gave me a very affirming "Wow, good job!"

Sometimes that's all a spouse needs to do.

Haven't been having many good days recently. Tiredness, relationship issues, creative block, all these things can really mess with one's heart.

Well one good thing about having a pottery studio is that there are these really mundane yet beautiful things to do, perfect for when you just don't feel like doing anything. Here's one - making glaze tiles. Our previous post showed the individual cut tiles, and here's what they look like before being removed from the wheel.

There are many ways to make glaze tiles. Some potters use molds, others roll and cut slabs, we prefer to throw a cylinder with a footing and cut it into equal segments that can stand on their own and look almost the same. It's not the most efficient, nor necessarily the most elegant, but it is still efficient and elegant enough for a studio like ours.

So today I squeezed in some time to make one of these, and it's really quite therapeutic to know that I'm making something useful that needs to get done anyway, but that I still get to experience the peaceful and familiar feeling of soft wet clay speeding through my fingers, silently growing and transforming, not needing to look beautiful or perfect, but still looking beautiful anyway.

I usually make a cylinder big enough for 32 tiles, but today I thought I'd try throwing to the edge of the wooden bat, and ended up pretty satisfied with the 40 tiles that it yielded. Showed off the process improvement to Huiwen, who, noble wife that she is, gave me a very affirming "Wow, good job!"

Sometimes that's all a spouse needs to do.
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Glaze test tiles cut and waiting to be fired!

It's hardly noticeable when they are placed like this, but all of these tiles are actually very slightly curved, as they were all part of a cylindrical band thrown on the wheel and cut into 32 equal segments. 

In other words, they look straight on their own but fit into a perfect circle when placed side by side.

Yes we are all taught to embrace and even glorify our individuality, but sometimes it can also be really powerful, and beautiful, to belong.

Glaze test tiles cut and waiting to be fired!

It's hardly noticeable when they are placed like this, but all of these tiles are actually very slightly curved, as they were all part of a cylindrical band thrown on the wheel and cut into 32 equal segments.

In other words, they look straight on their own but fit into a perfect circle when placed side by side.

Yes we are all taught to embrace and even glorify our individuality, but sometimes it can also be really powerful, and beautiful, to belong.
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We would hardly consider ourselves "pro", but over the past 7 years playing with clay, our lives have certainly been impacted a great deal by this humble dust of the earth! If you've enjoyed our workshops, our art, or our writings, we'd love to have you join us for this little online session we are doing with library@orchard. We will share some of the insights we have gained over the years, answer any questions you have about pottery or running a pottery studio, and also throw in a live demo on the pottery wheel! To register, just click on the link in our bio! See you on Saturday!

We would hardly consider ourselves "pro", but over the past 7 years playing with clay, our lives have certainly been impacted a great deal by this humble dust of the earth! If you've enjoyed our workshops, our art, or our writings, we'd love to have you join us for this little online session we are doing with library@orchard. We will share some of the insights we have gained over the years, answer any questions you have about pottery or running a pottery studio, and also throw in a live demo on the pottery wheel! To register, just click on the link in our bio! See you on Saturday! ...

Made this on a whim, during a long but really uplifting and relaxing photoshoot with @chronicler.photography . Listened to each other's stories, encouraged each other, and just generally had a great time.

Honestly, there are days when we forget why we do what we do. Some days are spent worrying, or busying, or doubting. But days like these help me remember why I am grateful to call myself a potter, and why, God willing, I will continue to be one.

Made this on a whim, during a long but really uplifting and relaxing photoshoot with @chronicler.photography . Listened to each other's stories, encouraged each other, and just generally had a great time.

Honestly, there are days when we forget why we do what we do. Some days are spent worrying, or busying, or doubting. But days like these help me remember why I am grateful to call myself a potter, and why, God willing, I will continue to be one.
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LANDSCAPE OF US
Were these rivers here
Before, or did you carve them
In me, while I slept?

10 years ago, when we started our journey of marriage together, we had each already spent around 30 years discovering ourselves, building our convictions, and forming our habits. And so we spent our first few years together very much trying to change each other to be more like ourselves, while resisting each other's attempts to change us.

10 years later, neither of us has won this game, but rather we just found ourselves slowly evolving together to a point where, when we look at our son's personality, we can't really be sure where he gets it from!

A few weeks ago we ran a small pottery retreat for two couples, and we felt it was quite apt for them to try out the Japanese technique of nerikomi, where different coloured clays are layered together to form unique patterns on the surface of a vessel. So apt, in fact, that we decided to be participants in our own workshop and make our very own vessels as well! 

It was quite a moving experience for me - exchanging our clay bodies and patiently trimming each other's pottery surfaces. And I just love how ours turned out! The browns and whites merging together in beautiful and unique ways on each vessel, each still distinguishable from the other but neither able to claim dominance.

May it continue to be like this for us in the years ahead! That we acknowledge and always give thanks for the fact that we are who we are because of the presence of our spouse in our lives.

LANDSCAPE OF US
Were these rivers here
Before, or did you carve them
In me, while I slept?

10 years ago, when we started our journey of marriage together, we had each already spent around 30 years discovering ourselves, building our convictions, and forming our habits. And so we spent our first few years together very much trying to change each other to be more like ourselves, while resisting each other's attempts to change us.

10 years later, neither of us has won this game, but rather we just found ourselves slowly evolving together to a point where, when we look at our son's personality, we can't really be sure where he gets it from!

A few weeks ago we ran a small pottery retreat for two couples, and we felt it was quite apt for them to try out the Japanese technique of nerikomi, where different coloured clays are layered together to form unique patterns on the surface of a vessel. So apt, in fact, that we decided to be participants in our own workshop and make our very own vessels as well!

It was quite a moving experience for me - exchanging our clay bodies and patiently trimming each other's pottery surfaces. And I just love how ours turned out! The browns and whites merging together in beautiful and unique ways on each vessel, each still distinguishable from the other but neither able to claim dominance.

May it continue to be like this for us in the years ahead! That we acknowledge and always give thanks for the fact that we are who we are because of the presence of our spouse in our lives.
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Two strong and confident hands easily rolling out a large coil of clay on our studio floor.

These hands belong to a migrant worker who was responsible for testing the waterproofing in our home studio as part of the Home Improvement Programme undertaken by our town council. I asked him if I could take a photo of his hands, because as potters we work with clay too, and he graciously agreed.

I was reminded of the monthly pottery workshops we conducted at @healthservesg 2 years ago (before Covid-19 happened), and how proficient many of the injured migrant participants were at creating clay vessels even with minimal guidance. And artistic too. 

And I couldn't help thinking that we are where we are today not particularly because of our skillful hands, or even our artistic minds, but mostly because we happened to be born in a particular place, at a particular time.

I'm not proud to be a Singaporean - I'm deeply grateful.

Two strong and confident hands easily rolling out a large coil of clay on our studio floor.

These hands belong to a migrant worker who was responsible for testing the waterproofing in our home studio as part of the Home Improvement Programme undertaken by our town council. I asked him if I could take a photo of his hands, because as potters we work with clay too, and he graciously agreed.

I was reminded of the monthly pottery workshops we conducted at @healthservesg 2 years ago (before Covid-19 happened), and how proficient many of the injured migrant participants were at creating clay vessels even with minimal guidance. And artistic too.

And I couldn't help thinking that we are where we are today not particularly because of our skillful hands, or even our artistic minds, but mostly because we happened to be born in a particular place, at a particular time.

I'm not proud to be a Singaporean - I'm deeply grateful.
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I received news of my aunt's passing while I was making this vase today. It wasn't the form I had in my mind when I first started on it, but it evolved while I was making it. When it was completed, it reminded me of how I viewed her - someone who embraced and held things together. 

I have only met 姑姑 once in my life. Seeking a better life here in Singapore, my grandparents moved with the two youngest boys here when they were little and due to various circumstances, the two older children didn't make it over. The family lived apart till the end of my grandparents' and my dad's lives. 

I was struck by her warmth when I visited her many years ago. We left each other in tears as I waved goodbye through the glass window on my ride at the end of my trip. Over the years, she always remembered our family and would reach out in contact; for that I am grateful. 

A precious memory I have was told to me by my cousin, who shared that when he was young, he had a world map in the house and 姑姑 would point out Singapore to him and tell him that he has family there. It touched me as even she didn't really know us, but yet she always had us in her heart all this time. 

谢谢您,姑姑。一路走好。

I received news of my aunt's passing while I was making this vase today. It wasn't the form I had in my mind when I first started on it, but it evolved while I was making it. When it was completed, it reminded me of how I viewed her - someone who embraced and held things together.

I have only met 姑姑 once in my life. Seeking a better life here in Singapore, my grandparents moved with the two youngest boys here when they were little and due to various circumstances, the two older children didn't make it over. The family lived apart till the end of my grandparents' and my dad's lives.

I was struck by her warmth when I visited her many years ago. We left each other in tears as I waved goodbye through the glass window on my ride at the end of my trip. Over the years, she always remembered our family and would reach out in contact; for that I am grateful.

A precious memory I have was told to me by my cousin, who shared that when he was young, he had a world map in the house and 姑姑 would point out Singapore to him and tell him that he has family there. It touched me as even she didn't really know us, but yet she always had us in her heart all this time.

谢谢您,姑姑。一路走好。
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Decided to get flowers on a whim this morning to accompany our pottery retreat session as the passage that came to mind for today was from Matthew 6:25-34. I am glad it was a word in season for the participants :) 

"Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing?

Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life?

And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? 

Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.

“Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble."

#wordoftheday #culturecare #reflections #retreat

Decided to get flowers on a whim this morning to accompany our pottery retreat session as the passage that came to mind for today was from Matthew 6:25-34. I am glad it was a word in season for the participants :)

"Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing?

Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life?

And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? 

Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.

“Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble."

#wordoftheday #culturecare #reflections #retreat
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Two weeks ago we stumbled upon a beautiful book - Wabi Sabi, written by Mark Reibstein and illustrated by Ed Young. 

We had brought our boy to Sengkang Library mostly so that his parents can sit down in a quiet, air conditioned place, and this book was sitting on a display shelf at the children' section. Being potters with a child and two cats, who write haikus for their pottery, it seemed abundantly clear that this children's book about a cat with a pottery related name, which is also full of haikus, was written and placed in  the library just for us!

So of course we had to  borrow the book, and Doudou has been using it as her personal cat square for the past two weeks!

There must be some profound life lesson in this, but for now here's one more cat photo on social media for everyone who likes cat photos!

Two weeks ago we stumbled upon a beautiful book - Wabi Sabi, written by Mark Reibstein and illustrated by Ed Young.

We had brought our boy to Sengkang Library mostly so that his parents can sit down in a quiet, air conditioned place, and this book was sitting on a display shelf at the children' section. Being potters with a child and two cats, who write haikus for their pottery, it seemed abundantly clear that this children's book about a cat with a pottery related name, which is also full of haikus, was written and placed in the library just for us!

So of course we had to borrow the book, and Doudou has been using it as her personal cat square for the past two weeks!

There must be some profound life lesson in this, but for now here's one more cat photo on social media for everyone who likes cat photos!
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Five little cups representing the five of us!

Ok not really, more like whatever we had time to make... 😅 Yesterday afternoon my sister Nicole took leave and came over to our studio for her birthday present - a one-on-one private pottery workshop. She was really good at the wheel, maybe because her fingers are well trained from all her late night gaming. Even then, you're still going to get some out-of-control swirly cups, but as long as you tell yourself, "I intended it to look like this," everything's good!

Five little cups representing the five of us!

Ok not really, more like whatever we had time to make... 😅 Yesterday afternoon my sister Nicole took leave and came over to our studio for her birthday present - a one-on-one private pottery workshop. She was really good at the wheel, maybe because her fingers are well trained from all her late night gaming. Even then, you're still going to get some out-of-control swirly cups, but as long as you tell yourself, "I intended it to look like this," everything's good!
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We often hear about the 5 love languages - quality time, gifts, words of affirmation, acts of service and physical touch. Honestly, none of these ideas really resonate with me. I suppose if someone pointed a gun to my head and asked me to choose one, I would probably attempt to sit him down for some quality time, but this concept of love languages has always been somewhat of a mystery to me.

But recently, in the midst of a rather tumultuous patch, I am starting to discover what might be a "love language" that greatly impacts me, and that is A Joyful Spirit.

Why is joy a love language? 

First, while it may come naturally to some people, I suspect that for many of us it takes some effort. Sometimes Great Effort, especially with our loved ones. 

Second, it's a choice, and something that can be done for someone. One can say, while in a difficult situation, "I choose to be joyful for the sake of myself and the one I love."

Third, it is different from all the other 5 love languages. You could do all 5 without expressing joy, and very often it renders them pretty hollow. Conversely, I have experienced so much love and gratefulness just from the presence of a happy person. Like when Tobie sings to himself, when Huiwen writes a happy post, or when my parents share that they had a nice outing with their dog. These have such a profound impact on me that I can't even properly describe it. It makes me feel like everything is ok in life, even in those times when everything isn't.

Fourth, it is not universally received as a love language. I know people for whom seeing others being joyful deepens their misery, and for whom having sombre people around brings peace and comfort. And that is perfectly natural. Joy is beautiful, and so is sorrow.

But for me, I'm so grateful for the times when Huiwen and Tobie have been unfazed by my dark clouds, continuing blissfully along their merry way until those clouds helplessly dissipated.

Anyway, really wanted to write this down but I have no pottery image to accompany it and so here's a lovely (and apt) picture of our son smiling with his eyes in front of his favourite flower - 新加坡花!

We often hear about the 5 love languages - quality time, gifts, words of affirmation, acts of service and physical touch. Honestly, none of these ideas really resonate with me. I suppose if someone pointed a gun to my head and asked me to choose one, I would probably attempt to sit him down for some quality time, but this concept of love languages has always been somewhat of a mystery to me.

But recently, in the midst of a rather tumultuous patch, I am starting to discover what might be a "love language" that greatly impacts me, and that is A Joyful Spirit.

Why is joy a love language?

First, while it may come naturally to some people, I suspect that for many of us it takes some effort. Sometimes Great Effort, especially with our loved ones.

Second, it's a choice, and something that can be done for someone. One can say, while in a difficult situation, "I choose to be joyful for the sake of myself and the one I love."

Third, it is different from all the other 5 love languages. You could do all 5 without expressing joy, and very often it renders them pretty hollow. Conversely, I have experienced so much love and gratefulness just from the presence of a happy person. Like when Tobie sings to himself, when Huiwen writes a happy post, or when my parents share that they had a nice outing with their dog. These have such a profound impact on me that I can't even properly describe it. It makes me feel like everything is ok in life, even in those times when everything isn't.

Fourth, it is not universally received as a love language. I know people for whom seeing others being joyful deepens their misery, and for whom having sombre people around brings peace and comfort. And that is perfectly natural. Joy is beautiful, and so is sorrow.

But for me, I'm so grateful for the times when Huiwen and Tobie have been unfazed by my dark clouds, continuing blissfully along their merry way until those clouds helplessly dissipated.

Anyway, really wanted to write this down but I have no pottery image to accompany it and so here's a lovely (and apt) picture of our son smiling with his eyes in front of his favourite flower - 新加坡花!
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