Risky business, suspended.

I have been doing some glazing and doing naughty things mixing frit with wine bottle glass and firing it to 1000, its giving me nightmares and reams all at once. The fear of the wrath of the other sharing artists keeps me up. but the dream of the glorious run and interlocking of materials is keeping the suspense so real!
 the melted disaster could produce Chaos embodied as the two materials unevenly interact and change the predicted melting point into something probably more around the 600 mark. Its becoming an entity of itself as the glaze reforms and cools as we speak. I wait for the results not today, but tomorrow!

Ceramics has a way of breaking the monotony of life by passing time in stages rather than minutes. I only feel I have had a week when I have had a firing. Sometimes these weeks roll for months, but why know the hour when it passes anyway?

I am a blind watchmaker.

For now I have to accept Schroedingers cat is dead and alive and try to not feel anyway successful nor a failure. But then again I usually enjoy the risky ones so much more than the predictable ones so I wait with positivity in my soul!

This photo is so old its practically irrelevant - only just.