The bride and the groom walk down the aisle thinking that their love will last forever. The new romance of a divorced couple plan on blending their families so that each night on Walton’s Mtn there will be heard Good night, John Boy, Good night, Mary Ellen. The potter has made some tests, some good pots and has expectations of them being great pots. On opening the kiln they come no where near his/her expectations. The best line I ever heard in a student crit “ But they were supposed to be better!’ How much better I asked? I now hear myself saying “but they were supposed to be better!”
. One of my least favourite lines of my Uncle Jimmie’s was “Somebody will like it!’. For me if I don’t like it I don’t want it out in the world. Here is a jug from one of my crack tests that didn’t live up to my expectations. Is destined for landfill? Do I sell it as a good effort but not quite on the money? Do I live with it little longer and learn to love it for what it is. I’m living with quite a few of them as it is.
I have this vision of what are my expectations are and I ain’t about to settle for less. This is a post on relationships.
Glazing for my small kiln used to take me about a day. Now with this 2 bisque firings, painting on and rubbing off and then waxing again and glazing again I’m up to 3 days for a firing. Then I just may well go and wood fire some of these babies adding probably a week to the process.A smart man would say this has to effect my pricing. Who said I was smart? Two of the many requirements of being a potter are a strong back and a weak mind. I was blessed with both