Expectations spell failure
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
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