First off, Happy Father’s Day and much gratitude to my Dad for the support he has given me and my pottery life. Thanks Dad, you’re the best.
It’s been awhile since I’ve made any pots and I am missing the heat and glow of the kiln, the processes leading up to a firing, and the sound of glaze dripping off a pot. The mystery of the fire with all it’s magic and power supports the alchemy of transforming clay into ceramic and glaze into glass. The wet clay in my hands as it spins on the kick wheel is one of the most calming and centering feelings ever. The clay is not the only one being transformed.
I’d like throwing pots to be even more of a daily practice to recharge my batteries and bring me to center. I’m a much nicer person to be around when I make pots. I have more patience when I make pots. I am more present and a better listener when I make pots. I feel so much more connected to myself and others when I spend time making pots. I love the process. For me, the love is in the doing, the making, the glazing, the firing, etc. much more so than the results at the end of a firing. I love seeing the results too, but by then I am already making the next load full of pots.
I usually make about 80-100 pots at a time because that is about a full bisque kiln worth depending on the size and shape. As it turns out after glazing, this same number usually fills my favorite gas kiln for the cone 10 glaze firing. Glazing more than this number of pots becomes a chore unless the design is simple and repeated. Space in a small shop is limited and with new pots being made all the time, about 100 to 150 pots waiting for the kiln is about all I can handle. The finished pots are cleaned up and displayed on shelves for me to study and learn from and the rest are kept in boxes ready to sell. I’m about due to build another display shelf so I can unpack a couple more boxes.
It’s father’s day today and I’m going to be throwing some pots outside in the warm northern California sun. I’ll post some pics next time.
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