Iona story – For those who like to read stuff
I didnt fall in love with pots, I fell in love with majolica as see in Delft and florence, London and Lisbon, way way back in the day. I drooled over the egg yolk yellows (made by deadly antimony), the bemuscled buttocks of St Peter on a Florentine bowl. I chuckled at the terrible portait of Charles the first on some English delftware and gawped at the flayed cadaver on a Napolitan jug.This is where it’s at. anything goes and it all tells a tale. More than that it opens up a world.Of corse madame Majolica is a demandng mistress and beneath that fancy white glaze and elaborate decoration lies lowly earthenware, fired mud – no more.
Look at her the wrong way and and she will chip, a poor substitute for porcelain indeed, a palace built on sand. her value lies not in her use….or even her elegance, porcelain wins hands down on both counts.
But I dont
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