Lately I have worked on some glaze tests and thought about failed pots. I have a lot of failed pots. I keep making them. Every summer I keep making them. Without fail. Long ago I quit asking myself where I was heading in working with clay. That question kept getting in the way. I decided to just work through that feeling of frustration and disappointment. To enjoy the process entirely. Which includes, for me, lots of failed pots.
|yarn bowl I kept because its imperfections were perfect to me|
I think sometimes I forget about my kiln's feelings. It is an electric kiln. Not a soda kiln. Not a wood kiln. Not a raku kiln. No reduction. No ash. Only oxygen gets it going and P.G. & E (Pacific Gas and Electric.) So asking this kiln to kiss my pots with atmospheric magic isn't in its power. Nor PG&E's.