"Scarlet" - Our Sassy Wood Kiln

Picture 504 It has been over a week since the wood firing and I'm still finding articles of clothing that smell like a raging campfire. Scarlet lingers on my Kevlar sleeves, my jacket and my boots. It's only been a week and I already miss the feeling of a face full of white flames.

We arrived to load and prep the kiln on Monday morning at 9:00 and were expecting to finish and start the fire by 1:00 pm. What rookies we were! Four hours of prep and load time was a little too hopeful, especially for the relatively inexperienced. Before we started loading we still had to vacuum out the ash from the previous firing, chip off old wadding from the bag wall and floor, replace the grates in the firebox and make door slop. Loading took longer than expected as well, even though I've become accustomed to the lengthy wood, salt and soda loads.  Surprisingly, adding little balls of refractory between each shelf and post takes up much more time than one would think. We finally started the fire at 4:30 pm and were off to an already tired start.

Picture 499

Usually, the whole studio collaborates, every person gets to put in a half dozen pieces of work and the workload of pre-firing chores and stoking shifts are shared between the participants. But at my critique in the winter, the response to my 3 wood fired works was You need to spear head a wood firing, and get more in that kiln  - this firing was the response to their advice.

There were three of us manning Scarlet on this particular venture -  myself, Andrea and Annemarie (also third years using atmospheric firing for their work). This time, rather than a half dozen pieces,  I had 50 works in Scarlet's belly, taking up over a third of the kiln. My two fellow 3rd years also had a significant amount of work in this firing. Between the three of us, we took up the majority of the space. In exchange for the extra space in our kiln, some of the eager first and second years came by throughout the night with coffee, porridge, and snacks. They too, could not resist the smell of wood ash and billowing smoke.

By lunchtime the next day, she was roaring.

There is something remarkable about a fire that is hungry for more wood. At peak temperature, each stoke received a rumbling reply. Flames shot out of every possible opening and black smoke billowed out through the chimney. As the flames sucked back in, the smoke stopped streaming and the rumbling died down, we knew it was time to feed her again. Firing a wood kiln is like feeding a beast, one that cannot always be tamed. She needs coaxing, and she often stalls just a few cones before reaching temperature - her way of telling you she's boss.

At 23 hours our back cones were down and we were just waiting on the front to catch up.


Though I had been up for 32 hours standing next to a hungry beast, the last hour was the home stretch - I felt surprisingly unfatigued. Rather, on the last stoke I felt victorious.

There were points during the firing where I thought - This can't be worth it. Next time, I'm not staying up all night. I'll hire help.  But after a cold glass of beer, a good night's rest, and unloading gifts from Scarlet's belly - I have to say it was all worth it.

I'm a kiln rat and a pyromaniac, I'll never be steered away.


Here are some photos that Andrea took during the firing.

[gallery type="square" ids="349,351,350,352,355,356,357,358,359,361,362,365,366,367,368,369,370,371,372,373,374,375,376,379,380"]

Spring Thinking

This past weekend, Southern Ontario was blessed with a sudden January thaw. The temperature rose to almost 15 degrees and most of the snow patches melted, causing an uncanny amount of people to walk around with their winter coats wrapped around their waists, and an earth drenched with melted ice. My opportunities to enjoy the weather were limited, but I was unable to ignore the joy and buoyancy that pervaded the air. Winter has since perked up again and all dreams of flowering tulips and garden parties must be postponed, at least OUTSIDE of my studio. I have recently been asked by a dear friend to be her bridesmaid in their wedding this summer. So, months earlier than normal, my thoughts have been consumed with lace, sunflowers and balloons (and other feminine decor of the like). During my first talk with *Linda about my project interests for the coming semester, it came as no surprise that all my ideas revolved around romance and warmth. For this semester I have decided to focus on cupcake tiers, cakestands, flower bricks, vases and bottles. Every aspect of femininity that I have managed to exclude from my work so far, will take first priority (I even intend to incorporate lace and crochet-inspired texture and piercing in my coming pieces). Though I will take my hand at using high-fire porcelain (the most delicate and elegant of clays), I am also eager to continue my use of chunky, architectural stonewares and bright, soft earthenware.

To begin the development of new forms (whose -perceived- effeminate functions are alien to my current palette), I will first look to the pots of some of my favourite ceramic artists.

Flower bricks

[gallery type="square" ids="131,130,129,128,127,126,125,124,123,122,121,120"]

Cake and treat stands

[gallery type="square" ids="153,149,154,152,150,148,147,146,142,143,144,145"]

This week I will start to develop ideas for these forms through drawings, models, sketches in clay and extensive research.