Well I was planning to write this post as My New Medusa, but the kiln goddess decided to take me down a peg. After many years of experience and many hard learned lessons I apparently needed a refresher course in the perils of firing damp pottery, the importance of providing air holes to places that need them and taking the time that is needed to dry out an item that took two weeks to make.
Indeed my outdoor walls are festooned with Green Men that died in the glaze kiln. I like to think those aren’t my fault but seriously, is there any one else in the room? perhaps the cat sleeping under the chair? Perhaps.
However blowing a piece up in a bisque fire is ALWAYS a function of water inside the piece that is trapped when the outer skin is dryer and the resulting steam can’t escape. But it does escape in a most spectacular way.
In my defense it rained for about two weeks straight. I’m kind of surprised more things didn’t blow!