Conscious of how I use my body. Each centering of clay demands that I relax shoulders, straighten spine, use my legs and elbows propped upon them to push the clay, not my neck and shoulders. I'm trying to keep the muscles that just graduated from Physical Therapy happy.
A few weeks ago I did throw a couple of tiny pitchers, glazed them, and here was one.
I'm now trying to get finished on some of the Spirit Houses, but all three that are glazed are still waiting for the final firing since they didn't get in the one loaded yesterday. Strange choices that Charles makes when loading a glaze kiln. He thought since there wasn't much glaze on them...or something to that effect. I just have to be patient with his way of doing things, he's the manager after all.
I've got a roof which I removed after the construction showed it was just the wrong size for the body of the wishing well. So now I'm going to make something else to go below the roof.
Is this a bit of cart before the horse? Perhaps. I'll let you know what happens, because I have no earthly clue at this point.
|Can you see the violets blooming in the grass like crazy? behind the pots just about dry enough to trim.|
My mantra is to make 4 things each day...whether beginning, middle or ending process. Not exactly production, is it?
|If only we could go outside, please please please!|