The kiln can be the bringer of great joy & utter heartache. This I am learning to accept, I accept the lack of control, even embrace it by not really paying attention to the details. This is part of the journey of the pot, from earth, to makers hands, to the fiery heat of the kiln. The process of creating. Why on earth would I want to control it.
I felt a huge jump forward with this firing, the surfaces I see in my mind, feel in my hands are starting to show tiny facets of themselves on the pots. I feel a relief, hard work and patience is starting to pay dividends and even though my slapdash ways are frustrating at times its a good place to be.