Not for Sissies
We just unloaded the train with pots for the show we're in at AKAR Gallery in Iowa. We fired the train in a fast 18 hours since we weren't looking for a lot of ash on Sheila's boxes. My pots on the other hand are shoved right up into the throat arch where they live under a pile of burning embers for the duration of the firing and cooling. I'm diggin' the bear rug surface! My little "Not for Sissies" bourbon cups were on the floor right next to the side stoking port. We're pleased with the pots and will be busy packing and shipping these next few days. I think Sheila has some of her best boxes to date.