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cstovin, on 21 May 2013 - 02:02 AM, said:

A lot of the reaction depends on the show. Your work at an unjuried street show where people stop by to buy a genuine handmade mug by someone who has been potting for 6 months will get a completely different reaction at a prestigious juried show. At the latter, almost everyone will be, at least a little, familiar with the kind of work you do and those who are not will still appreciate your work if it is good and interested in how it is made. If the potter in the next booth sells orange mugs that say "Sexy Beast" on them, don't bother trying to explain your work.

Jim

We have friends and relatives in Oklahoma but what really scared me was seeing the two schools that were in the tornado's path. While it's awful that so many people were killed and injured, seeing the path from the air I was afraid it would be much worse. Sending a text to 90999 with the message REDCROSS will result in a $10 donation.

Jim

JBaymore, on 20 May 2013 - 03:11 PM, said:

That's very interesting. I was guessing that at lower temps it is much easier to get a glaze to fit the clay well enough to stop leaks. I've been around long enough to know stuff like this, but I don't: does terra sig stop leaks? That would solve the problem of the raw areas absorbing water.

Jim

Mossyrock, on 20 May 2013 - 11:23 PM, said:

Those are nice. The terra sig seals the clay, too, doesn't it?

Jim

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Not that dramatic. A neighbor hunting in my woods. I tell him to leave and he points a shotgun at me and I jump behind a tree and point my rifle at him. We were so far apart that his shotgun wouldn't have done much damage to me so I had all the advantage. It ended with him inviting me to swim in his new pool.... Gotta tell you this one, though, even though somebody's gonna say, "What the hell does this have to do with "Recommended Glazes?".... On the other side of our woods lived a big family (two double-wides full) of repo-people. For fun they shot beer cans off posts while riding their Harleys. They got all POed over me shooting one of their dogs gutting one of my goats and after a lot of arguing and threats we end up in court. I whisper to the judge that I don't want to take an oath that has anything to do with a Bible or some fantasy guy in the sky. The judge laughed and my neighbor and his wife went crazy thinking the judge and I were friends. I think he almost died right there, he turned so red and started sweating. I won and my neighbor was fined a couple of hundred dollars. I gave him the finger and walked out. A few days later my neighbor had a heart attack and died. He had 4 hardcore redneck, Harley-riding, repo-men sons and a wife who was meaner than any of them. I knew they'd say I killed their dad. So I had to carry a gun to my studio and couldn't leave my wife alone for a month or two until one of my llamas died near their house and I went down there and they came out and said, "We ain't mad at you no more. The meth's what really did him in, not you." One of them helped me drag the llama into the woods for the buzzards.

Jim