So I’m stretching the term “nature” here because when I was posting this I actually completely forgot about real natural clay by rivers. You can also get workable clay from any large amount of sand over dirt that’s gotten wet enough times. The water pulls silica out of the sand and into the earth over time, then you can wash it to get the extra crap out, decant off the water, dry the slip, and boom clay.
Some of the best clay I’ve used came from under an old school playground.
like me. i live in two giant river deltas. we have clay for days here. one time, this punk kid brought a pit bull to the neighbors and it attacked my cat. this cat had beaten up a lot of dogs including a retired police german shepherd, so it just stared down the dog. then got shook around like a ragdoll while it removed much of the dog’s face.
worst punishment we could think of was making the kid dig the grave. after two inches you hit clay. we made him go four feet deep. never saw him with a dog again, so between us and his parents something stuck.
Workable clay may be hundreds of kilometers away, depending on where you live.
I mean, I’m in the Netherlands, i literally can’t avoid the stuff, but not everyone lives in a giant river delta.
So I’m stretching the term “nature” here because when I was posting this I actually completely forgot about real natural clay by rivers. You can also get workable clay from any large amount of sand over dirt that’s gotten wet enough times. The water pulls silica out of the sand and into the earth over time, then you can wash it to get the extra crap out, decant off the water, dry the slip, and boom clay.
Some of the best clay I’ve used came from under an old school playground.
like me. i live in two giant river deltas. we have clay for days here. one time, this punk kid brought a pit bull to the neighbors and it attacked my cat. this cat had beaten up a lot of dogs including a retired police german shepherd, so it just stared down the dog. then got shook around like a ragdoll while it removed much of the dog’s face.
worst punishment we could think of was making the kid dig the grave. after two inches you hit clay. we made him go four feet deep. never saw him with a dog again, so between us and his parents something stuck.