Its clear that I am not supposed to have children, real or ceramic. At my last ceramic session I had a go at interpreting Barbara Hepworth’s Baby in clay. This was my second attempt, the head of my first attempt exploded in the kiln smashing another of my pieces in the process. But I’m not one to run away crying when something doesn’t go to plan so I decided to have another go. How foolish I am. This time during the biscuit fire the baby’s face slipped right off, oh how I laughed when I found out. It may not be terminal, so I’ve glazed the body and the face as there is always the possibility that one application of hard of nails later no one, but me, and you, will ever know about my faceless baby! Although it may be a case of third time lucky.
But I did pick up a couple of other of my creations which are now fully glazed and finished and I promised a friend that I would photos of them to the blog.
This one you may recognise as its been here before, but this is it finished. The glaze is my favourite glaze and is the Gok Wan of glazes, or dolomite to those who pot.
This one you won’t have seen, he’s based on a lovely garden gargoyle owned by friends, I’ve cropped the photo to hide the mass of books on my floor.
I absolutely promise any friends popping by that these will not be wrapped under your tree this Christmas.