I was so happy to open the kiln and see this staring back at me. Not because I like how it looks, although I do like how it looks, but because I was relieved to see that the glaze had stayed on the tile and not gone running off. The glaze was very thick in the background and there are several layers of different colors with the majolica over everything. I had some nightmarish visions imagining just how far a pile of glaze could run – kind of like a cartoon horror movie with hot lava.
I am happy with how the glazes on the bottom came up through the top even though some of it is not what I expected. There’s that first glance inside the kiln that can disappoint because it doesn’t fit my image of how it was supposed to be but if I let go of that I can appreciate what did happen.
I’m still in the mood to sketch some callas. The one that I picked did wither before it was completely open as I thought it might. I tried to buy some, but haven’t found any open ones so I have been on the lookout for a place to pick them. They don’t grow exactly like weeds around here, but some people think of them that way because they can get thick and overgrown. My quest is to find that uncared for patch. There are some beautifully tended plants on my block which I would never touch, but I have been scoping out the neighborhood and I found a place today where the callas are clearly on their own and no one will mind if I take a few.
While I was writing this about going out and picking flowers my dad called talking about being snowed in. He lives near Pittsburgh and he hasn’t been out of his house for days but at least he has heat and power unlike my sister who only lives a mile from my dad. So sorry if you are one of those snowed-in people.