So, I'm taking a conservation seminar here. Conservators are the people who work behind the scenes at digs and museums, making sure the artifacts are doing ok, preserving them, and in many cases, gluing things (like pottery) back together. For my class, we just got to smash pots.
Here is my pot, before we went after it with a hammer and a plastic bag. Note the beautiful painting, which appears to portray Artemis and and guy being eaten by a lion. Note the twisted handles. Note the general beauty and symmetry of the compostion, the charming wholeness of the piece. You aren't going to be seeing it again.
Molly had a particularly beautiful pot- it had a lovely pink, sparkly glaze and a picture of unicorns or something. She too found it in Plaka.
The pot in pieces! Actually, I wish that I had found a flimsier pot- mine was actually quite difficult to break in a satisfactory manner. It would have been nice to have a lot more small pieces, instead of just a few big ones.
And the pot afterwards! Note the whole. This is a multiple part class, and next time we're learning how to patch holes with plaster- we were told to leave out small pieces on purpose. Or, in my case, leave holes where bits had been utterly pulverised by the hammer.
It was fun, and informative, and not generally the sort of thing I do on a Tuesday night in Claremont.
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