Is it Thursday? I guess it's #tbt ?
October, 2016. My new studio, new pots, new glazes. Pots made of British clay thrown in Austria meant to fire in Croatia.
A mass of experimentation in forms, pushing myself and finding myself and making for a wood-fired kiln when I'd never used one before. When I didn't know what to expect, didn't know what I could expect of myself. When so many pots were better than I thought I could make: in throwback I've advanced so much, less than a year later, what happens in a year?
Few, few, of these cups bowls pots still exist; glazing firing failures account for the most, a few others were broken, a few others exist but not to me only to those who took them in as gifts. And that's okay, because they have the good gifts and I have good pots and nobody should enjoy a bad pot.
I've still got the studio, and one of the glazes the shino I'll keep, I'll modify at the most, I enjoy it.