Sometimes too much stress is built into a piece and the shape changes in the kiln. That’s where memory in clay seems to show up. It’s a non-stop process of monitoring every step of the way. I can never take anything for granted and assume things will always have the same result.

Because that’s the moment it all goes awry.

Flame check.

Precariously.

Every hour, recorded.

Steady. Always steady.

Without them I am nothing.

Hi-tech tools.