Rain on

Outside a misty rain is beginning to sound more like tight pitter-patters. Lying in the sand rests the new pot, collecting rivlets of water. This clay is now like stone with glass structure fusing clay particles together and body to glaze in a strong matrix. This clay will never be mud again that may melt into the earth. Nor will it be handled by hand or reflect a gooey shadow of beast, bug ,leaf or seed.
Tonight this clay stands tall as heavenly water washes its new hard surface with little droplets and beads. They run down its molten, cratered form, as on rocks and other hard things of this earth. Transformed by fire and colored in magical whirls, this clay joins ancient ones for the ages.

Must I?

Must I?

Can't I just make things, play with the clay, do my thing and try to do it well?

Do I HAVE to take it to market: wrap, pack, load, tag, price, place along with all the other artists and their boxes, shelves, lights, stools, bricky-bracks and cash boxes?

And then, reverse the spin, driving home very tired. Done talking, smiling with a bit of cash in the hand, whew.

At least the nasty little cuts at the ends of my fingers are healing having been out of water and clay for this crafts fair. That is nice.

One pot at a time

Why did it take most of the day to glaze 6 pieces? Okay, each one has a different set of colors, each one seemed to need a "touch" of some sort. But, ALL day, that seems absurd.

I am riding the Pony Express to the Crafts Fair on Nov 21st. Lost some work with cracks which was surprising and telling. Patience, this art form requires much patience; always has always will.

The kiln will be opened Saturday morning and reveal more information to this curiosity seeker.