On Saturday, after a visit to the local “bleach” marketplace, I went there to a small antique store and got a lot of pleasure from communicating with a fat owner and an antique expert in one person. On the shelf behind the owner’s back, I saw a clay beer cup and asked to show it to me.
I immediately see the understanding buyer, the seller instantly revived. A true lover of antiques will never miss the opportunity to buy a truly valuable thing, for a symbolic price of 100 €. A rare thing, only yesterday put on sale, Germany, the second half of the nineteenth century, the era of the reign of Wilhelm II. A heavy, thick-walled circle as best as possible characterizes the good, high-quality style of German masters, the true art of clay processing. Decorate any collection of beer circles, flooded antiques...
I each of his words, I was overwhelmed with pride... Here you have to go back ten years ago, by that time I had collected pieces from thirty beer glasses, not that I would collect them, rather I loved to drink beer from them and sometimes bought after seeing something unusual, friends and acquaintances seeing my interest sometimes gave. So, unexpectedly for myself, I was burned with the idea of starting to make circles with my own hands. I was acquainted with people engaged in ceramics and, with their support, soon equipped a small workshop with a stove, compressor, etc. Ordered by his sketches in several places the shape of future circles and the work boiled... Everything turned out to be much more difficult than it seemed at first, but at the same time very interesting, in the furnace of circles already covered with colored glazure - in general magic, the slightest changes in the process and fantastic shades are obtained. Somewhere after 3-4 months began to get quite suitable cups (in my opinion), and in six months I stopped production. It was conceived as a hobby and possibly a small work, but turned into something bigger, which should either give up entirely or stop. He quickly sold out the equipment and left alone with two hundred and fifty circles. Strangely enough, half instantly sold, pure luck, in the suburbs there was a large "Liqueur-market", wine and vodka in a simple way, the elderly owner of the store mistakenly considered me an unborn nephew, several times he approached me to say hello, ask as family affairs, I explained to him every time that we are not relatives, but... my next arrival in the store and again hugs... In general, grandfather did not trade bought 120 pieces, by the way, in a year they broke up... More than a hundred I gave to all friends, acquainted and finally generally unfamiliar people. I remember having to go to the family doctor, I go to the office and put a cup on his table, I tell you from a pure heart, and he in response - the sweetest, you already gave me two, do you have any obsessive ideas? I gave him a bowl of gifts to the secretary, a good woman did not refuse.
So, returning to the merchant, as it was hard to guess, he tried to steam me a cup of my own manufacture. His eyes radiated such innocence and sincerity that I did not resist doing what I had not allowed myself to do in my life, even with respect to children, struck him for a swollen cheek and struck his bald hair. When I went out in a good mood, I remembered those friends who, when they saw my circles, advised me to engage in fishing, God is the judge, far from the people of art.