It's been a minute since I did a photo dump! The biggest thing that happened in the last two weeks is, I fired the soda kiln. Here's a shot from the first peek inside:
It was overall a good firing, a no-more-than-expected rate of flawed pots & a nice even coat of soda, with just enough directional effect to make things interesting. Possible I am crazy, but I'm hoping to get two more firings in before the Pottery Tour: one for inventory to sell, one to unload during the event.I was planning to do a silk screening activity as well, but my friend Ellen, of Peeper Pond Studio (also known as the voice of sanity) persuaded me that it was too ambitious, considering that I have not silk screened anything for 30 years. In my recollection, it is not difficult to do, but making, loading & firing two kiln loads, as well as all the other prep for the tour, really does not leave time for me to remind myself how to do this.
Unloading day means grinding, sanding, sorting, pricing, packing, & delivering. I brought new pots to the Maine Potters Market and to the gallery at Portland Pottery.
You've probably seen some of my clay critters, if you've been reading for a while. I feel pretty confident making bears, cats, birds & rabbits; I've been wanting to figure out otters for a while. This was my first attempt. It's recognizably an otter, but needs work; the head is too big & the forehead too domed. It's a start.
Then, this happened! I was shopping an antique store in Hallowell when I saw this mug on the shelf:
The one there in the middle? That's my mug! Not mine as in it belongs to me, but mine as in, I made it! Maybe like 10 years ago? I'm not sure i am old enough to have made any actual antiques! 😄 I was tempted to buy it, as it's only $12, and it's a really good mug, but to be honest, I do not need another mug. If you're local to Hallowell, it's at the Hallowell Antiques Mall.
I might make some more like that, though. I had forgotten about that style.
And last, but hardly least, my crocuses have come into full flower. I am fond of crocuses, and in fact they may be why I am a gardener at all. I have an early memory - I was maybe 6? My family had moved a few months before, from Brewer, Maine to Scarborough, and this was our first winter in our new house. There had been a heavy snow, but it must have been a spring storm, because my mom brought my sister & I outside to the southern corner of the house. She knelt down & brushed away the snow, and lo & behold, there were flowers! Blooming under the snow! To my child's mind it seemed magical. Crocuses still seem magical to me.
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