Eight little spoons went in and only one little spoon survived. Now that’s what I call ‘survival of the fittest’. Here is the first glimpse of the spoons that I’m making to go with my ‘bowl in bowl’ shown in a previous post. At Sydney College of the Arts I developed a love of working with metal and clay. The alchemy of melting mud and metal is intriguing, beautiful and quite addictive. However, it makes firing pieces even more fraught with danger. What a sucker for punishment am I! Can’t help it when the results, even if it is only one, look like this. Have I learnt a lesson? Yes. Don’t use copper wire, it melts at a ridiculously low temp; change clay so that hopefully it doesn’t shrink as much and for god sakes pay attention when packing the kiln so you don’t ruin a new shelf.
My spoon up close.
Remains of the ones that didn’t make it. Beautiful in their own broken way.
My apologies for the dodgy photos. My camera is on the way out and a photography course is job no. 2385 on my to do list.