Okay peeps, I have a confession. There are, on very rare occasions, days in which I actually sort of, sometimes, maybe, kind of, might have fun at my "other job". I know, I know. I can't believe I stated it either. Let's just keep this on the down low, capeesh?
Like I said, these days are few and far between; however, a week or so ago one of these rare days perked me up. I had the opportunity to photograph a Raku class and the whole process utterly fascinated me.
I enjoyed watching the students work.
Waiting for fired pieces to come out of the kiln.
I would love to explain the whole process for you here, but I'm pretty sure I would get it all wrong, so let's look at hot pictures of fire.
I loved how the different glazes shimmered in the sunlight.
The day was so inspiring, I even composed a haiku about the experience, which is on my temporarily missing flash drive somewhere. I tried to recreate it for you today, but it's not coming to me. Apparently it wasn't that profound, so we'll just save that for another day, OR you can finish it for me! I'll start:
Spinning clay takes form
Have fun filling in the rest :)