I have been busy today getting bowls glazed and another load into the kiln. I have a couple of fairly large bowls in the kiln, and an assortment of ones of more diminutive stature that fit in the gaps! I am using more crystal glazes, some that I have used before, and a couple of tests.
I like to place a wire rack above the kiln when it is firing and sit pots on it that need to be dried off. It is very effective, and the heat from the kiln is gentle and progressive as the firing builds up to temperature. Those strange looking plate things in the photo are actually glaze catching saucers that will go under the crystal glazed pots when they are in the kiln. I threw a whole bunch of these in an hour or so a couple of mornings ago from some nice soft clay. I enjoyed throwing them, and I really must make some plates to sell, they really wouldn't be much different to make on the wheel, and would make a good change from my usual jugs and pots.
Once I got the firing under way, I spent the afternoon making little pads for the next few loads of crystal glazed pots to sit on in the kiln. Currently I make them out of insulating fire brick (it seems a horrible waste cutting them up!!), but I have recently read of another way of doing things that I might try that involves sitting the pots on thrown rings that are made out of the same clay that the pots are made out of.
Tomorrow I will finish the pads and glaze the next kiln load of pots, and should be able to fire these on Monday, after I unpack the firing I am doing currently. I will be firing Monday, Wednesday, and Friday this week, all going well and might even get another firing done next weekend. I'll be glazing the next load on the in between days when the kiln is cooling down. I can't fit many pots of this type in my kiln at a time, but hopefully all those firings should give me a reasonable number of pots for my exhibition.
I clearly don't get out enough ... but I always get great pleasure out of this. It is a railway crossing that is only about 500 yards or so from where we live. I love the steam engine sign that warns of the perils ahead, and then the single rather narrow gauge track that is our main railway down the island.
There is something romantic about the sound of a train. It is especially good on a still, frosty night, where sound travels a great distance, and you can hear the throbbing of the diesel engine reverberating off hills, and the expanse of the lagoon. You wonder where it is going and wish to travel too.
It is nearly midnight, so I had better sign off for now as I am deleting more of this post than I am saving. I am sorry this is a bit of a muddily post the old gray cells are not quit as responsive at this hour of the day. I guess that most of you will be up and about on your side of the world. Hope the sun is shining and there are good pots being made!
Good night, day, or what ever it happens to be!