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Alchemy in the sense of transforming base metal to gold.
In the sense of the metaphysical poets, symbolising transformation.
Clay is like that.
You can feel it transforming even while you are working with the raw material;  some clays dry faster than others.
When it is naturally dry, it's different to it's initial moist form.
Then you put it through the first firing in the kiln. Ten hours later, it's like Christmas day and the present opening! Everything inside has changed!
Weight has changed - it's lighter.
The colours of the clay have changed, different now, according to their kind.
Then comes the glaze application and firing. Change again, and another Christmas Day! Glazed colours now look different to when you painted them on. There is a sparkling, a shining, and the tiny clinky noises of hotly fired creations still cooling down after eight hours or more.
Transformation and an alchemy of sorts.

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