A handful of years ago I went on a tear making mosaic stepping stones. By “on a tear”, I mean ninja crazy! (In spite of not knowing what that means, it continues to crop up in my vocabulary.) I made about 12 dozen stepping stones, tile-mosaic’ed (no idea if that is actually a verb or how to turn it into past tense) a lamp post, a drinking fountain, several tables, a step, a bird bath and a bowling ball.
I guessed how to do this. Found some stuff and tried it. Tried different stuff and different methods. Sold some. Gave some away. Scattered them all over my yard. Ninja crazy!
Now, many of them have tiles that are popping loose. This is annoying, disappointing and ugly.
There is a man in Three Rivers who is a genius at tile mosaic. His wife was a ceramicist, and after she died, he continued his tiling projects. He began making his own objects in her kiln, continued a project they had begun, and now teaches an occasional workshop.
I attended the workshop in the hopes of learning the right way to do this.
Before I show you what I made, look at what the tiling genius has around his place.
This has symbols for Nancy’s potter’s wheel, her glazing color samples and her kiln.
Oops. Out of time. I’ll show you what I made tomorrow.
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