The Best of Sawdust and Dirt
A record of the goings on around Michael Kline Pottery!
Filtering by Tag: kiln
|melting ice from the storm|
|so many postcards|
|sign by Lillian|
|punch list and plaster|
|view from showroom|
|wood kiln door edge|
|mostly broken door bricks|
|back of the kiln with crumbling stucco and sooty spies|
|light, cone pack, and plate|
|leftover teapot lids|
|calipers and saved trimming|
|buckets holding treadle hostage|
|packing and shipping accessories|
|blue and green tarpscape|
|the wedging table|
I thought I better take a break from stacking the kiln and have a bite to eat and there's no better way to digest your supper than to sit back a write a few words on ye olde blogge. I've actually loaded 2/3 of the kiln. I am also running out of small pots, fillers. Luckily, I have a board of tumblers and have a few dishes to paint.
I looked over my archive of images to remind myself of the motifs I might use again on the pots I'm about to paint. Someday I hope to catalog them. Motifs evolve slowly, some just appear out of nowhere (or so it seems). It all depends on my frame of mind and what books I may be looking at. It may also depend on pots that I have set aside to study. Sometimes a pot that didn't sell at whatever show, or just didn't impress me at the time I unloaded it, may be sitting on a shelf somewhere and I'll come across it with a more seasoned appreciation. My eyes are always changing.
SO these are some of the things I'm thinking about this morning as I look down on the kiln, which, after all, is the teacher.
I didn't have much time to be a photographer yesterday, but I managed to get Naomi and Mica to pose for a shot at the end of their working day. In a coincidental twist of fate M and N are both 28 and this happened to be the 28th firing of the kiln, and the 6th anniversary firing. I couldn't have done it without them.
Recap: The day began about 3 a.m. and I took it really slow, with all the green ware and all. Stacey came on at 5:30 and gave me a break that was supposed to be spent sleeping, but my daughters had a different plan. So i sent them up to the kiln to "help Mommy", and returned after a short nap. Mica came around 11 and Naomi came to help finish up at 5. The kiln responded really well to all of the adjustments, too numerous to include, and I can attribute that to dry wood and proper stacking. In the first year or two I would try to pack the kiln to the gills, but soon found the kiln to be stubborn and uncooperative. So I yielded to the kiln's needs to fire evenly ever since. Near the end of the firing, I tossed in 12 cylinders of salt. We checked the draw rings and concluded that that was enough. We'll see... on Thursday.