Mehmets' workshop is another humble affair. The main atelier sits in the basement of a large building. It is an unassuming space for a person who has commanded such respect and admiration from his countrymen. It is small for the size of the operation but work is made at an astonishing rate and it seems to be sold almost as soon as it is made. There are two main areas. The first is in the back where his materials man works.

The names of Mehmets' employees have escaped me. We will just call him the materials man as that is how Mehmet introduced him to me. All of the work that is painted is made by this man. The vases are throw and then trimmed to their final shape and the plates and flatware is all jiggered (pictured above). For the flatware a high quartz body is used that rings like a bell when fired. The hollow ware is made with a slightly more forgiving body. In the front room is where the women (when I was visiting there were only women painting at this atelier) paint the wares.

The first step is to take a stencil and pounce the outline of the design onto the bisqued ware. This is no follow that dots of your childhood. The outline is just a starting point and to be able to command the brush with any competency takes months and months of practice. I was told that it usually takes someone about 6 months of practice before they are good enough to save a piece for the kiln. What you see above is a piece of tracing paper with tiny dots pierced in it with a needle. Charcoal is then rubbed over the paper and a series of dots are left on the wares to then follow with an outline brush.

Here the head of this workshop works with a fine brush on the outline. She has worked for Mehmet for around twelve years and is a master of her craft.

Mehemt inspects a large platter and then offers his suggestions to the woman who's piece it is. Watching these small interactions was very interesting. He has a gentle way about him and offers his advice with a kind cadence. I am judging all this without actually having any idea of what is being exchanged. It was just a feeling.
