Friday, July 16, 2010

“Paneleiras de Goiabeiras”: women who make clay pots



During my past trip to Brazil I visited the “Associacão das Paneleiras de Goiabeiras” of Vitoria. “Paneleiras” are women who make clay pots from their homes. My grandmother lived in a village within the city of Vitoria, Espirito Santo, Brazil. She was a member of a group of women artisans who lived their life as “Paneleiras”. My grandmother died in 1993. Unfortunately, she did not live long enough to see her profession honored by the newly formed association. I will always consider her a major contributing woman from this historic village. The association was created to preserve and teach the history of these remarkable and hardworking ladies.



Making and selling clay pots was the main source of income for my grandmother. It defined her life. Throughout my childhood I closely experienced the manufacture of these pots in her back yard. She, along with several of her neighbors, manufactured and sold the pots on weekends at “Canto Beach” in Vitoria. Why did she sell the pots on weekends? So, she could juggle making the pots with caring for her nine children during the week. I can still remember the first little pot that she gave to me on my 6th birthday. She showed me how to cook my dad’s favorite dish, “moqueca”, a type of fish stew, using this charming little pot.

My grandmother’s house was located in a typical fishing village. I vividly remember groups of men repairing their boats in workshops, women grouped in large circles sewing and untangling fish nets, kids playing with live crabs as if they were pets. Most of the houses looked like large bungalows made from bricks with mud between them and roof tops covered with layers of coconut tree palms. The hot tropical weather is favorable for outdoor activities. On extremely hot days, the strong smell from the fish market blends with the scent of campfires leaving a distinct impression on the nose.

Previously, the “Paneleiras” worked in their own homes. Today, more organized, the “Paneleiras” formed an association, a sort of cooperative; a common shed where each lady independently produces and sells their own pieces. Traditionally, the manufacture of clay pots was handed down from parents to children linking a cultural thread between generations. The craft has been preserved without changes for several generations. In fact, the process remains almost the same as the process used by the indigenous people when the Portuguese first anchored in Brazil.

The raw clay is extracted from the valley outside the city of Vitoria. Men dig the clay out from the side of a mountain, rolling it into a clumpy ball. They load the balls of clay into small trucks or horse-drawn wagons. Then they deliver the chunks of clay to the awaiting craftswomen back in the village.
Before the clay can be used, it must go through a preparation process. First, a thorough cleaning which includes removing impurities such as stones and plants remains. Second, the clay is then wrapped in plastic to keep the moisture from escaping. Lastly, the clay is stored.

Stomping the clay flat formerly was done by women. It is a strenuous and heavy chore. Now, men perform the difficult duty. The men step over and stomp their feet to make the clay uniform, consistent and adequate for modeling. Shaping the pots is still done manually, without using a “potter's wheel”. Using a manual technique where clay is laid and rolled directly onto a surface until the wall to a pot is raised to the desired shape. Stretching and tugging the clay with their hands, both circular and vertical, bulging, rounded, defining the shape of the pot with the aid of rudimentary tools such as smooth stones, coconut shells and other similar types of objects. Clay pots, platters, teapots, kettles and dishes of various shapes and sizes are competently designed all from hand.

The most striking feature of the pots is its dark color. This is achieved through impregnation of the piece with tannin, which is extracted from the tree of Rhizophora mangle. The application of tannin to the pots is accomplished immediately after the pot leaves the fire by vigorously whipping the pot with a tannin-soaked broom. This process of impregnation is known as "whip". As a result, the tannin penetrates in the pores of ceramics, covering cracks and making them waterproof. Also, the tannin serves by preventing the proliferation of fungi, which, over time, deteriorate the clay. In addition, the dark coloration of pan allows a better concentration of heat thus facilitating the cooking and preservation of foods. In order to dry the pigmentation, pots are burned on campfires under the open sky.

The Association has become a significant tourist destination for the city; people are very interested in and seeing how the pots are made. The pots have been around for hundreds of years. Yet, demand to purchase the pot has grown over recent years. In the future the association intends on expanding facilities by opening a restaurant featuring typical dishes from the region.

Interested buyers can find purchase information on the association’s web site. The prices range from $2 for a small pot to $50 for a larger pot. The buyer can either visit the association, or purchase by phone. Pans are physically stored and sold directly from the association’s shed. Each pan is certified with a stamp of authenticity certifying its origin. Buying directly from the association allows the “Paneleiras” to differentiate their utensils from the mass-produced pans or “knock-offs” versions manufactured by automated machines available at larger department stores.

In conclusion, the work of the “Paneleiras de Goibeiras” can be seen in the homes throughout Brazil; the pans symbolize a piece of the national culture. As artists, the “paneleiras” use the earth, water, fire, and air to make beautiful pans that are used to cook tasty Brazilian cuisine. Observing and researching the work and life of these incredible ladies was personally fulfilling. As I introduce more people to the life of “paneleiras”, I honor the significance and contributions of my grandmother to this culturally rich profession.

http://www.losartesanos.com/brasil/espiritu_santo/paneleiras.htm

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

New Frontiers.

Trying to learn a new language has given me a lot more than just the ability to speak English, it has given me unexpected relationships with new people. The emotions involved with learning and speaking a new language has made it one of my most powerful life experiences. I am constantly forced to push through fears, maintain hope, and persevere daily to see a different side of people. I am surprised by how difficult it has been to for me to adjust.
At first, I became so frustrated trying to learn English that I threatened to quit taking classes all together. Taking English as a Second Language (ESL) made me feel like I was going backwards pursuing a career. I deeply resented going to ESL class each day. The reason, I felt it was being forced upon me in order to take biology courses; I love science courses, I studied chemistry while attending high school in Brazil. During ESL classes I felt like I would never progress. For example one day I called the kitchen table a “Chicken table”. It is funny now, but I felt humiliated at the time. I felt like my two-year old niece was learning how to speak English quicker than me. After pushing though the ESL program, I was able to engage people more confidently. However, I constantly worried too much about people judging me based on my accent and not my capabilities. After having success in non-language courses, I still avoid academic and professional situations that focus on English language.
After three years applying for the dental hygiene program, I was finally blessed with the acceptance to this very hard college program. During the first week of classes, I noticed that I was the only second-language student in the program. I felt proud of myself, but questioned if I could compete at the same level of my native English speaking peers. I was trying to reach out for the girls; after all, they were going to be like a family for the next two years. Early in the program I felt intimidated when all the other girls formed small groups without me. I kept quiet. I always sat in the last row of the classroom. It seemed to me the girls looked at me under their nose. I can’t explain why, but one day I decided that I was no longer willing to see myself as the underdog. I wanted to be a part of the group of girls, just like everyone else. I reluctantly accepted an invitation to go and meet the girls for a San Patrick’s Day party. I dreaded the thought, but I knew I should once again face my fear of engaging a group of peers. To my surprise, everything changed that night. The girls were quite different than I expected. They all began talking to me and giving me lots of attention, hugging me. Now I know that I can fit in with new friends.
I had two vivid experiences when perseverance has helped me push through major conflicts in my life. Instead of running away, I faced the fear and gained confidence, maturity, and friends. Learning a new language was not only a challenge, but also an essential tool to express my feelings. My persistence in education has opened new frontiers to a whole world beyond academics.