The Tile Maker's Apprentice
one: fill the mold from the pile of clay behind the water stump. This
took more clay than I suspected.
A somewhat sloppy job, but I
got it done.
Next, I tried smoothing out the clay with the little wooden roller -
something like using a rolling pin on cookie dough. Note the tile
Then I slid that sucker onto the semi round form!
Then I added my tile to the rest. I had to pull the semi round form out
straight or the tile would collapse.
The tile maker gave me a palm frond so I could sign my tile. I wrote
"Elena," but in so doing, I collapsed the tile! He showed me how to
re-insert the shaper, add a bit of water to re-smooth, then draw the
shaper out again. SUCCESS! My roof tile kept its shape, and I
fantasized that my signed tile would be gracing a roof in Zihuatanejo
for years to come... (The tile maker probably re-cycled the clay as
soon as I left, but I can dream...) One thing I learned from this
exercise is I would starve if I had to depend on my ability to make