Sunday, June 21, 2009

You want pots?!

I'LL GIVE YOU POTS!! :)

I'm having trouble capturing them in photos for some reason (hence the delay in posting...) When I was taking them in the photo room- the dark was being too reflective... so I took them on my floor on a white sheet of paper, but there is no horizon line, so they look like they are floating. So I gave up and just shot them ON the floor... which isn't exactly professional, but I actually thought they were the nicer of the photos...

I'd like to explain each pot in detail: the glazes, the firing etc. ... but perhaps not tonight. Tomorrow is work, and it is getting later and I am getting tireder. And it is a rather big week ahead. So maybe soon. (When I have all the time in the world to do nothing but pontificate on my surface decoration choices!!) But for now, drum roll please... introducing my pots....











Saturday, June 20, 2009

surreal

Four more days of work... packing... piles of disorder everywhere I turn... a garage sale- bargaining away all my stuff to random passers-by... torrential rain... crazy, beautiful cloud systems.... delicious sandwiches and special moments in an altogether new corner of the city... It feels surreal that this chapter of my life is closing... I can see my sadness, but I am somehow looking at it through glass- muted and dulled, mostly inaccessible for now. Must be some fancy new coping mechanism. (Or maybe the oldest in the book. Either way...) Onward.

Pictures of woodkiln pots to follow...

Monday, June 15, 2009

Firing

After four years of wanting to participate in a community woodfiring at Clayworks I finally managed it this past weekend. Serendipitously I didn't get the last of my bisqueware glazed in time for the final cone ten gas kiln firing of the semester, but there was a community woodfire this weekend and Laura mentioned she had plenty of room in her shares if I was interested... so I figured what the heck, its now or never... I got my pots ready and signed up for my shifts. 1-4pm Saturday, and 3-8am Sunday... hoowee... bring it on.

Woodfiring is a rather all-consuming event for any given weekend. There's glazing the work, then wadding, the process of putting special little clay feet on all your pieces so they don't get glazed to the shelves, and then loading... The firing itself is almost a 24 hour process- at least for us at Clayworks. We sit just within the city limits in a residential neighborhood and therefore have to do the bulk of the heavy firing at night, when the plumes of smoke can't be seen. Done during the day, and the fire departments receives endless calls of alarm about billowing smoke in the village... not so good for a healthy fire department/ceramic organization relationship.) After firing, the kiln cools for a good 48 hours and then there is unloading. And sanding the shelves and cleaning up the kiln etc. For any of you who are experts on wood kilns... this is not a very technical account, but an excited first-timers experience of the process.

The brilliant and beautiful thing about the wood kiln is that it is the wood ash that creates the glaze- as I understand it. As the kiln gets up to ridiculously high temperatures the ash melts onto the pots, creating unpredictable, and magical surfaces- earthy, brown and golden, endless variations... The fire licks and curls around the pieces painting them as it goes. Woodkiln gurus who have a much deeper understaning of this process know how to manipulate the surfaces and placement of work within the kiln so that certain results are more likely, but it is still a partnership with the elements, which is simply never predictable. I used various glazes on the interiors of my bowls, leaving the exteriors blank for the fire to doits bidding.

I'm so excited to see what comes out I can hardly stand it! 

Some photos of this involved process:

Saturday afternoon: Gary and Adam patiently building the coals little by little...
The backside of the kiln- and long hours of growing the fire slowly...
The wood to be burned (and this isn't all of it)...
My second shift started at 3:00am- I joined in the stoking, working to get the wood chamber up to temperature...
The billowing smoke in the dead of night- which can't be detected by city folk and won't raise alarm....
Woodkiln manager/god Jim and Lenni stoking. One person quick pulls the plug, while the other shoves the wood through into the inferno. This done about every two minutes or so.
5am- Adam preparing the salt and soda for the salt chamber... (Our kiln has a wood chamber, and a second salt chamber. Salt and soda are added to that chamber right at the end of the firing to produce different sorts of effects on the work.)
Working on getting the salt chamber up to temperature-- cone 11-- at which point we stoked heavily before adding the salt/soda... Yoshi here, watching the fire and ordering the stoking whenever the flames died down enough to see pots through the chimney opening.
The LAST stoke in the salt chamber before closing up the kiln...
Once that was done, and everyone had thrown a final piece of wood into the fire we closed up the kiln-- mudding up the 'cone windows' with newspaper and slip. The kiln will smolder and simmer down over the next three days while we wait (im)patiently for the unloading on Wednesday.

With everything that is going right now; the maddness of my impending move, packing and selling this and that, wrapping everything up at work etc. the one thought that keeps going through my head and keeps me awake at night: I wonder how my pots turned out??

Friday, June 12, 2009

reality setting in...

I'm down to two weeks. The reality of just under two weeks left of work is both exhilarating and terrifying. The thought of leaving Baltimore in just over two weeks is horribly sad. The amount of stuff yet to do in those two weeks to wrap up and tie up and pack up... is completely daunting... I am overwhelmed. 

I have decided to try and sell my car. I'm a little heartbroken by this. I wish it weren't so. I wish I could care less about this inanimate, gas-consuming object. But I don't. I've had her for a good 9 years... I feel like she is part of my identity somehow. I can't help it. It goes against every grain of my being to love such a thing as a car. BUT I DO. Not just any car... but THIS car, MY car. My 1989 gold volvo 240DL. Sweet thing. 

I hope that I can find a good soul that will take her and love her into her old age as much as I have. I think I want to never buy a car again. A) so as not to contribute any more than I have to to the greenhousing of the planet, and B) so that I don't have to get attached and deal with the loss. Melodramatic? Everything feels a little melodramatic to me right now. 

But this weekend I am participating in a community woodfiring. That is-- for those of you less versed in 'clay'-- the firing of our Noborigama wood kiln at Clayworks. A 24-hour firing process which involves constant watch and stoking. My shifts are from 1-4pm Saturday afternoon and 3:30-8am Sunday morning... Hooowee! Actually I'm pretty excited, I've wanted to do this since I landed four years ago (don't ask me how four years went by without my doing it...) and I've got a fair amount of work in there. I can't wait to see how it all turns out come Wednesday when we unload. 

... Any brilliant souls out there in the DC/Baltimore metro area want a sweet little volvo to call their own?  


Tuesday, June 02, 2009

Sprinsummer...

This weekend seems a little on the grey side, but LAST saturdaysunday was the most superbly satisfying springsummer weekend.

My sprouts were sprouting out the wazoo...
.... which made for a most sumptuous salad.... 
that I throughly enjoyed while sitting on my back porch; suntea abrewin' in the scintillating sunshine.
And finished off with some sweet, succulent strawberries from Reids....  aahhhh....
Oh yes- and a one silly kitty to boot...!