|oh my barbara.....|
Phbbbt.....Rookie mistakes have left me with a stupid number of seconds this month. There is crawling, rough edges, and wee bubbles that could have been avoided by NOT applying an untested under glaze thickly on more pots than is wise or NOT inexplicably programming a longer hold at the end of the firing when there was nothing wrong with the way I'd been doing it. Inadvertently leaving all the kiln plugs out the entire firing probably didn't help either.*derp*. Pots by the peepholes had spots of under fired glaze but at least that was fixable with a re-fire.
Still my crowning achievement in mindlessness came in the form of small cracks at the handle attachments of more than half dozen carved and decorated mugs due to drying them too fast.
|Look how fun I am. A dog with a|
|...oh but wait....|
(not so much a "second" as a total loss on this one)
Not all was lost in my early careless days of May. This vase made it out of the kiln alright.
Last Friday in big BR was Hot Art, Cool Nights mid city art hop and this piece went to Caffrey Gallery for their "Friends" themed show. It sold at the opening (yay and thank you) to a woman who said these guys looked like her dogs. It wasn't clear to me if she meant the fox and bun actually looked like dogs or if just their attitude made her think of her dogs. I get that sort of thing from time to time and smile. I never feel the need to correct people. I just want them to connect with and enjoy the pots and should they see bunnydogfoxes or whatever else then I am completely fine with that.
Wrapping things up here is some work in progress, etc...
|One will go to the "Raining in my Heart"|
invitational at LSU Glassell Gallery late May.
(That blue on left isn't that electrified and fires more indigo)
|notice the plastic to aid in controlled drying!|
|one of only a few pots to be added to the shop this weekend|
because of...well, you remember the infamous
rookie mistakes debacle of May, 2013.
Ok, not a pet picture, but we're rather fond of her none the less. Fox family lives in the wooded lot next door. I know this isn't unusual for those of you living in more rural settings, but we live in the middle of town. She seems like a good mama, quietly shooing her 4 kits into the woods with a short bark when she saw me.
Alrighty then. See y'all next time.