clay: this is not a pear

There's a grisly story or the slang for dupe that I didn't know about in my latest handbuilding obsession of making pears. Really I was riffing on Magritte's 1929 painting, "The Treachery of Images." My meta message is only that my pear is really a rattle.                         

And I guess my pears (one yellow and the other green are on their way: to the glaze kiln and the bisque kiln) are my attempt at trompe-l'œi.

clay: “this is not a pear”

I’d been wanting to make a pear for ever. I’d made one months ago with reclaimed clay that I knew contained speckled buff, but it exploded in the kiln. I resumed the project over the summer, finger painted Hot Lips and chartreuse and mixed blue and yellow underglazes to create green. Unfired, the bisque pear was looking good, but with the clear glaze over it, I ❤️ my pear rattle so much.

Unfortunately, during the firing, my clay mate, Mondrian’s fish bumped up against the pear and created a burr, which I sanded off with a Dremel tool, so as not to get cut by glass. Meral said I could fire it again and that’s the plan. Rub some more chartreuse over the exposed clay surface along with a bit of low-fire clear glaze and then bisque fire with my iron oxide decal. And I've two other pears already built, waiting for the same applications of clear glaze and decals.