Getting Closer and a Dream

Three coats and the rains have returned and this weekend a cold snap is predicted. But the boat is looking pretty good isn't it? I wanted to get one more coat of both colors. Now Gary wants me to hand paint the letters for a name on the boat. What? After all that work painting the boat with those three coats, he wants me to risk hand painting the letters. But what to name it. He wants to call it gator bait, not such a good name.  There's actually a web page with all kinds of boat names. The motor is rebuilt and Gary has the outside of the motor all primed. Next he'll paint the motor with the original color. It's a Johnson motor. We want to get an original label for the motor too. We're getting closer to the maiden voyage.

I forgot to show you this plate, one of two, from the last firing. I used a texture mat - a plastic place mat I got years ago. It has little squiggley depressions all over it. Then I put a few stains and a clear glaze. Not sure this red is good on a plate for eating though.

This morning I awoke from a dream I was having about selling pottery at a large important show. I was at the show and wasn't selling much. I was sharing the booth with another potter and she had long red hair. (One of my best girlfriends from high school had long red hair). Inside the booth I was firing a tall wood kiln which looked like a free standing fireplace. (Remember this is a dream). I was stoking it from the back. I closed the damper to gain some reduction I went around front and peeked inside. Reduction looked perfect, the fire was almost out but not completely. I could see the pots were going to be really good.

Next thing you know the show police came around and gave me a ticket for creating too much smoke. I glanced up and saw the smoke was billowing in the sky, way, way up into the sky. With the cost of a very expensive ticket I was going to have to get a regular job and only work on pottery in the evenings. I was really disappointed,  thinking just when I'm getting some really good pots.  But I resigned myself to working during the day and on pots only in the evenings. Then I woke up: my heart was beating really fast in a panicked sort of way. Thanks for reading and for all your comments.