Stoke!!!

Up all night with one of my baby dragons!!!

Ssshhhhhhhhhhhh! I salted last night.

Yes, its true, while you were asleep i salted. It was totally quiet except, when intermittently I opened the ports of the kiln to shovel salt and sawdust in my giant inferno. The flames leapt, but the toads kept on croaking and shallow moon hung low. A peaceful Sunday night below the towering snow covered peaks-and the sweet smell of sulphur wafting in the crisp spring air.

It has been at least a month since my last post and life has been delivering plenty of powerful gusts. I am in the midst of concreting my whole upstairs, an overwhelming project. My whole front yard was ambushed by a bulldozer in search of a broken water line and we have bandits on the prowl breaking into many of the artisan shops that litter Northern Taos. Oh yeah and my kiln decided that it needed a little TLC in the way of some rusted out pilots and safety valves.

However, Mercury is finally out of retrograde, so i hear. Projects are winding down and problems have been resolved. I am optimistic, tonight completes a salt firing and I will be wood firing the next two weeks. I will continue burning the midnight oil and throw myself into making forms that embellish the refinements of their former selves.

The quest continues for the quench of satisfaction in a divinely made object.