thoughts and images of clay, pottery and wood firing as part of life at Bog Pond Pottery, here in the western mountains of Maine... to see more pieces click "older posts" at bottom and continue...
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Firebox door
this firebox door is over 15 years old now...
not even a memory of it's well crafted younger self...
it carries the memories, with it's partner on the other side,
of every slab and sliver of wood I have fired wood pots with...
not even a memory of it's well crafted younger self...
it carries the memories, with it's partner on the other side,
of every slab and sliver of wood I have fired wood pots with...
it's been black, repeatedly red with heat and slathered with post firing slip to seal it from air intrusion...
it is so warped and misshapen it doesn't close anymore with anything resembling evenness...
yet, still, I want it's memories to bless the new pots
with it's thoughts of older ones...
with it's thoughts of older ones...
so I accommodate it...
I continue to use it, to benefit from it's memory and it's energy...
I continue to use it, to benefit from it's memory and it's energy...
there are many types of craftsmanship
it takes many forms...
Friday, October 24, 2014
the RAIN...
nothing like the smell of preheating smoke in the morning... in the rain...
it's been raining for days, just raining
through the entire loading process...
everything wet... everything!!!
including the wood so carefully covered with tarps and thought to be safe...
I have been wet through to my underwear for 3 days...
87 steps with each piece from studio door to kiln door and back...
wadding and kilnwash wet for 3 days means a slower preheat...
tired in ways sleep won't help...
but... the deadline comes, the firing must be done and excitement will build...
after a little rest...
it's been raining for days, just raining
through the entire loading process...
everything wet... everything!!!
including the wood so carefully covered with tarps and thought to be safe...
I have been wet through to my underwear for 3 days...
87 steps with each piece from studio door to kiln door and back...
wadding and kilnwash wet for 3 days means a slower preheat...
tired in ways sleep won't help...
but... the deadline comes, the firing must be done and excitement will build...
after a little rest...
Monday, October 20, 2014
the big show!
body work on the truck has delayed the loading
it needs to be inspected...
funny how these things slip by when there's more time...
tomorrow... tomorrow... hearing the song in the distance
the PMA Craft Show will be here soon
come out to see all the amazing craftspeople and their fine work...
and new pots from the coming firing...
it needs to be inspected...
funny how these things slip by when there's more time...
tomorrow... tomorrow... hearing the song in the distance
the PMA Craft Show will be here soon
come out to see all the amazing craftspeople and their fine work...
and new pots from the coming firing...
red sky...
red sky in morning... sailors take warning
seems rain is coming...
not fun for the loading or preheating
another well laid plan ...........slowly evaporating
late schedule probably delayed as the pressure mounts
the stomach churning, I have worked so hard to remove from life,
has returned with a vengeance...
the sky is beautiful... the fire warm
and tea feels wonderful warming my insides...
seems rain is coming...
not fun for the loading or preheating
another well laid plan ...........slowly evaporating
late schedule probably delayed as the pressure mounts
the stomach churning, I have worked so hard to remove from life,
has returned with a vengeance...
the sky is beautiful... the fire warm
and tea feels wonderful warming my insides...
Sunday, October 19, 2014
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Monday, October 6, 2014
morning windows...
condensation patterns on my summer bedroom window...
I stay out on the sunporch as long as possible
waiting for the cold to be a bit too much
each morning the windows are decorated with different patterns
until, of course, I wake to frost covering them...
that's when I think of moving back in...
just think about it...
I stay out on the sunporch as long as possible
waiting for the cold to be a bit too much
each morning the windows are decorated with different patterns
until, of course, I wake to frost covering them...
that's when I think of moving back in...
just think about it...
Sunday, October 5, 2014
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