Sunday, December 7, 2008



Woe is me!


I guess I was due.

For years I've fired my little shortie kiln with no mishaps, no glaze-running-down-the-side-of-the-pot, no blisters, no spitting glaze off the pots, no meltdowns, or whatever other problem you could possibly have within the power and mysteries of kiln goblins.

This time though, they got me.
All of them.

My lamp bases, (the white one was gorgeous, by the way) the three square teapots were cemented to the shelf and, of course, the lids were perfect. One glaze blistered and ran straight to the shelf and my shino glaze had gotten senile and developed a skin condition to boot.

Could I have used stilts? Set tiles? Nah, this time, there could be no remedy.

Okay, okay. My dues payment should now be marked "In Full". (Hah, brave front here, but I don't think they heard me, though.)

NOW what do I take to NCECA?

Photo: Nightmare by Fuseli


Patricia Griffin said...

Ouch. Sorry. Love your image of woe, reflecting a healthy sense of perspective and humor. (I usually don't regain mine until after a little ranting and raving.)

Aura said...

So very sad. We have all been there. The thrill of victory and the agony of defeat. I personally could stand a little more thrill of victory. Get back on that kiln and ride sister.