SMOGWARE

Making Air Visible

By Prenita Dutt

 Imagine that you are invited for tea. You are also given an array of cups to choose from.

Their colors range from a warm cream to different shades of brown. The darkest being the color of Mahogany, like glistening piano keys or the bark of a tree after its been drenched by monsoon rain.

On the inner rim, your finger would run over a fine stencil mark reading DEL 10 or RTM 25. You might appreciate how elegant it looks and check the base out of curiosity. Quite like what you do for Yera glassware or maybe Noritake crockery.

 

 

 

You’ll find SMOGWARE embossed there.

 It is then that you would understand that the glaze that so enchanted you with its color is actually made from fine smog dust harvested from different cities like Delhi (DEL) and Rotterdam (RTM).

 The number next to it, 10 or 25, signifies the time period in years.  It helps to calculate the quantity of fine dust that will be inhaled by one human in that period of time. The same weight of dust is then made into a glaze to make it a tangible, albeit shocking, reality on the teacup.

We had gathered at the Naveen Chhaya Pottery Studio in Ghitorni to attend a Smogware  workshop.

Smogware  is the brainchild of Architect Iris de Kievith and designer Annemarie Piscaer. Who, disturbed by the rising level of air pollution, found a way to harvest the dust that resides openly in cities and to use it for ceramic glazing of tableware. The process is conducted meticulously and the Smogware thus created is safe to eat and drink from.

More can be read about it at www.smogware.org

 For this workshop, Iris was accompanied by Fiona (www.cascoland.com)  and Saskia.

We wore rubber gloves, face masks and bright yellow jackets. Then went into the lanes of Ghitorni to collect powdery dust with a brush. Carefully placing our findings in a zip lock bag. Colorful laundry hung in interesting patterns and energetic stray dogs greeted our strange presence around their homes.

Some residents were curious as well. One of them, an elderly, frail lady spoke about how dirty her gate looked. When we proceeded to rid it of dust, she seemed visibly happy.  She even called out to her neighbor to get her gate cleaned as well!

Once back in the pottery studio we were given various mediums to make the finely sieved dust into a liquid consistency by mixing either water or transparent glaze in a fixed proportion before the pieces would be fired in the kiln.

We could paint whatever we wanted on the card-sized tiles that were handed to us. Everybody chatted as they went about making their glaze. Some wanted minimum dilution of the smog dust they had collected, still others wanted a range of possible tones on their tile. This could be achieved by tweaking the proportions of dust to transparent glaze ratio.

 We wrote our names at the back of the tiles and arranged them attractively on a wooden table to dry. Every work was created differently. The resultant Smogware would be ready for display at the Indian Ceramics Triennale, New Delhi from 19th Jan onwards. (www.indianceramicstriennale.com)

 I made pomegranate fruit on my tile. I chose this because it is one of the most compact reminders of nature’s abundance. However, instead of a vibrant red, it is painted a dark gray. It reminds me of a foggy day, where one person cannot see the other walking just a few steps ahead. On those days the only thing that connects us is the air that we breathe.

 This workshop is designed to be used as a tool for raising awareness about air pollution. It is designed to bring people together in different cities with one common and universal objective.

 ‘We all breathe the same air.

We all cherish our children’s future.

And we are all mortal.’

 This quote of John F. Kennedy from a commencement address in 1963, holds truer now than ever before.

 *Indian Ceramics Triennale, at Arthshila, Okhla Industrial Area, New Delhi from the 19th of January till 31st  March 2024

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Delicate Balance

Lethargy hits me on some days…it begs me to stay, leave alone all the sights I might see, all the birds and blooms and insects…it wants me to laze in a sort of daze, letting the morn pass on.

When I do get out, the sun will be too bright, the light, too harsh and most of the beautiful sights I long for will be done for the day.

So I let the anticipation of the sights goad me on, I walk out, literally, bed unmade, hair barely tidy, clothes barely matching…I know nature won’t judge, it might even be happy that I turned up…I surely will be!!

Rising and Falling

Falling and Rising

There’s something about fallen leaves and falling snowflakes and raindrops…Something about coming back to earth after being up in the air for a while…a coming home of sorts. On the face of it, it is a sad and significant happening, a million leaves passing on…a billion flakes finding their end in the lap of mother earth. Yet, there’s something beautiful and poignant about it, almost romantic and filled with nostalgia of movies remembered and childhood dances done…No matter how old I get, this one feeling shall stay…A feeling that touches life and it’s passing so closely and yet so matter of factly, its bound to happen, accept it, enjoy it and then, let it go, I am told by Mother Nature

Curious Critter!

Errrr….What??!!

As I was taking my evening walk I saw a little squirrel disappear into the circuit box😬 I knew all I had to do was wait before curiosity would get the better of him!

It is so good to be proven right once in a while😄!

W🧶🧶ly Mama😊

Saying goodbye to winter one click of the needle at a time😊.

Since I started knitting the simplest of things in the easiest of stitches, I feel I enjoy this activity the most as company on journeys or during the mind-numbing exercise of tv viewing. I love the feel of soft wool and the most basic way in which its transformation happens from just a ball of wool into something usable and beautiful.

I feel a new world awaits me as I explore this age old craft. The potential is endless and when I check out some YouTube starter videos I realise a lot of them are hosted by men with dexterous and nimble fingers! If I learn enough, maybe I can get my younger brother hooked!

But the joy of learning from mom or an aunt is extra special. They have taught themselves so much through trial and error, they are veritable treasure troves of knowledge. This is a great time to meet them over a coffee and ask them to show me their favourite stitches and designs. There cannot be better teachers! And while definitely there are better students, they’ll have to make do with me and my fumbling efforts for now☺️!

#knotsncrosses #knitaway #mufflermaking #notscaredofneedles #transform

Precious Pet😊

A Perfect Moment in Time✨️ and a cute interaction in the morning with this silent, cuddly being 🤗

He just came and sat close after his morning walk, a reassuring warmth emanating from him. I patted him a little and he sighed before flopping next to me Both of us sat thus, so within the moment of perfect companionship, needing nothing more, nothing less…❣️

Dreary, yet Cheery 😊

Dreary yet Cheery😄

Enigma of a foggy morning where the eye tries to adjust to a sense of walking through a cloud…Everything loses colour, and yet somethings pop out. An intricate mesh of cobweb, so different from the symmetrical ones we see in immaculate photographs. Little water droplets clinging to their leaves, defying gravity for just one moment more. Silhouette of walkers, huddling, talking laughing, in a uniform of shades of gray. Trees reaching out with their arms into nothingness and still managing to look mystical and magical…

A walk into a foggy morning makes one realise just how much life colour brings into our day😊

#morningwalk #Delhi #magicalworld