Another day is spent doing the final cleaning of pots from the spring firing. The very good ones are all lined up waiting to be photographed. There is a surprisingly quite a few excellent ones and some stunners in the group. Cleaning and sorting takes a moderate amount of time. Unlike pots from electric or gas kilns, a lot of after fire finish work is required on some of the pots. This is a still time, a time to spend with the results of the making and firing. This is a time to get reacquainted with the pots, after there long journey in the kiln firing. They tell stories of living in a river of flame, of being buried completely in coals, to reemerge and perhaps be buried again. These are stories that echo of a life lived and stories of survival. Some tell stories of being in the right place at the right time, while others tell of being destroyed by a piece of poorly stoked wood, some are bland and underfired. A tale of a life not lived.
The kiln is all cleaned of ash, a room waiting for some new arrivals. The shelves are cleaned and washed with a fresh coat of kiln wash, they remind me of new sheets on a bed, so clean and pristine. Time to quit writing and get some rest.
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