A bright rimmed beaker, thinly thrown and finished with a dark green crackle glaze fluxing sharply over the chamois leathered rim. The intense brown, almost metallic hue is the iron rich clay beneath showing through, nothing more, I don’t band anything over the clay body or glaze it with anything special, it’s simply a result of clay and glaze combining and melting together as the reduction fired kilns flames lick at it.
Separated by only a thin layer of brick and metal, it’s a scary thought that the kilns we use encase such a hot, semi-molten environment. Some gas kilns I’ve used over the years spew tiny flames from gaps and between bricks, some even bulge, the brickwork literally moves as it fires up and becomes white hot. Others sound like jet fighters as the top temperatures are reached and the gas pressure turns up and others simply sound like a low growl from the corner.
I can’t wait for my kilns to arrive, the studio still feels half empty without them and hopefully they’ll help keep the space warm as the colder months come around although come summer I’ll be dreading it. The studios black slanted roof keeps it hot and with a gas kiln roaring away it’s going to be on another level.