Good news, at last
Sep. 14th, 2025 09:16 pm
We planned to unload the glaze kiln Wednesday night, so we could both attend our book arts meeting Thursday afternoon. Which meant I was down at the studio at 7 am to start the kiln cooling. Cracked the damper, opened up the burner ports, pulled the ceramic fiber strips off the door jambs (as best I could reach. Tea had every folding table and flat surface in the kiln room covered with stacks of bowls for his next firing). Took a pic from my phone camera through the top peep. That's the edge of a pie plate, glaze is mature and well-reduced. Promising... except I think this is one of the ones I glazed after I mixed up the new batch.I literally phoned in the rest of the cooling, asking Tea to pull out the damper further, getting Jon to crack the door. Got there a 7 pm, just as he was preparing to leave, and got him to help me pull out the car.
Which was beautiful. Everything turned out fine, minimum of oxidation, only one soup bowl with a cracked rim and a baker with bubbled black stain. Whatever was wonky about the ball clay doesn't seem to have affected the glaze at all, so I'm fully stocked again, and can start preparing for Clay Fest.









This is what a really successful firing looks like.

















Had an unusually successful firing this last time, mostly, I think, because I stopped trying to fiddle with it to improve the atmosphere, or the fuel efficiency, or whatever. Finished promptly a little after 6 pm, top still a little hotter than the bottom, but not excessively so, and when I opened it up Wednesday evening, there were a couple of light zones, but no terribly over-reduced ones. And though two pasta bowls developed cracked rims, I still had three octopus and three crabs to fill my gallery order. Hustled them out Wednesday night and took them home to pack and ship Thursday morning, to arrive at Olympia before the Monday deadline.








I've struggled with my last few firings. Temperature all over the place, random oxidation, lots of less-than-stellar pots. I longed for the good old days, when the kiln climbed steadily, flame flickered in the chimney, and the bottom cones dropped just slightly ahead of the top. When I could shut down with cone 10 touching on the bottom, knowing the cone on top would drop that last quarter-inch on carryover, and the pots would come out lovely and warm-toned and iron-spotted.
I didn't really have any expectations. We'd never tried this sort of sale before (well, we'd tried, but had to cancel twice). The only sales we've done before as a co-op have either been 1) a seconds sale, held inside the studio in late winter, or 2) a rambling group showing during the Art Center's July fundraiser/Art Fair, where we jam together all our display units and divvy them up by the linear foot.

