Well, I unloaded my kiln yesterday. It’s a disaster. Here is the the pile of pots which are messed up:
Here are the pots that are ok:
Unloading was sad. It took John and I about an hour. I had to take a few breaks to catch my breath because I was so upset.
I’m so grateful that I am a studio potter. I like that I know what I want to do each day, I like (most of) the pots I make, I like being able to stay on our land all day. It’s really a good match for me. For some reason this past firing cycle has been testing all that. I’m tired. For weeks now I’ve been telling myself that I’m almost done, and I can take a break soon. And now I feel like I’m back to square one.
So I’m going to re-fire some of the pots in my electric kiln and with luck I’ll be able to salvage some of my work. I’ll keep you posted.
Thanks for reading.