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I must now interrupt the political slant this journal has been taking for an interlude for a Woe Is Me post.
Woe is me, my mugs look of vomit.
'No!' you cry, 'How could that be so? For while they were not precisely gallery-worthy, they were certainly fine, upstanding mugs of sculpted, unfired mud!'
But alas! T'is so. Pure luck and a sense of caution did dictate that I did not glaze and fire -all- my mugs, but only half, and in the end that hath proven fortunate, as all that I did give finishing treatments to have emerged from the depths of the kiln looking like children's sick. (And, in the case of one that I foolishly spotted with green, sick children.)
And truthfully? It looks much worse in person.
Art is as art does, I suppose, but it's still rather discouraging. Two came out a little better looking, as I used a different glaze on them, but all in all it's quite the disaster. I find myself longing desperately for Chilmark and its dependable, gorgeous glazes. That or Yiyi, my trusty glazing partner who managed to turn even our potential-disasters (black and white striped vase, anyone?) into masterpieces. (Who would have known too much black and white glaze would produce a rich, melty green?).
Woe is me, my mugs look of vomit.
'No!' you cry, 'How could that be so? For while they were not precisely gallery-worthy, they were certainly fine, upstanding mugs of sculpted, unfired mud!'
But alas! T'is so. Pure luck and a sense of caution did dictate that I did not glaze and fire -all- my mugs, but only half, and in the end that hath proven fortunate, as all that I did give finishing treatments to have emerged from the depths of the kiln looking like children's sick. (And, in the case of one that I foolishly spotted with green, sick children.)
And truthfully? It looks much worse in person.
Art is as art does, I suppose, but it's still rather discouraging. Two came out a little better looking, as I used a different glaze on them, but all in all it's quite the disaster. I find myself longing desperately for Chilmark and its dependable, gorgeous glazes. That or Yiyi, my trusty glazing partner who managed to turn even our potential-disasters (black and white striped vase, anyone?) into masterpieces. (Who would have known too much black and white glaze would produce a rich, melty green?).