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eaten shelves

updated thu 1 nov 01

 

Joyce Lee on wed 31 oct 01


Richard Aerni said:
"So, my shelves
look like a war zone, or a bad Jackson Pollock painting. Lots of color
patches, lots of pits and craters."
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Richard is one of my heroes for a lot of reasons, but today's post added =
a new one.
I haven't mentioned it on Clayart because I've never had a non-runny =
firing when using ash glazes........ and I've stuck a few such glazed =
pots into almost every firing since I first asked Craig Martell for help =
with ash glazes in one of my first posts on Clayart five years ago.... =
until just recently..... then I gave up. Craig and others had sent a =
notebook full of suggestions so I disliked admitting that I'd never =
experienced a success ... I've overfired, underfired and occasionally =
the cone fell just right .... but always have had runny ash glazes that =
got way out of hand. I was unhappy about giving up .. after all, =
there's a five-year investment here. I DID take a permanent pass early =
on on layering ash glazes over rutile glazes..... although the resulting =
colors, textures and shapes on my shelves were among the most stunning =
examples of artistry I've seen..... BETTER than Jackson Pollock's.... =
always felt that I should hang those shelves in my entryway ... or on =
the patio wall .....

Anyway, thank you for your candor, Richard.... almost inspires me to try =
some new and different approach ..... but, nah..... best to spend my =
time being frustrated by shinos, Kurt's fumible salts and jeweltone =
Filley glazes...... occasionally a load of those looks great and they =
don't "eat" my shelves.

Joyce
In the Mojave where it's cool and I walked out in the desert in the rain =
several times yesterday .... when I wasn't walking, I was driving in the =
rain; I do miss the rain......... rabbits hid all day, but this morning =
they're chasing about and kicking up their heels as if they were kin to =
Big Red, the horse that I used to visit across the fence next acreage =
over... and whom I also miss.......