Five months?!! Must be a record. I prefer to view the lapse in posting as the ever increasing time that passes between getting together with old friends, instead of...ya know, neglect.
I've never really looked at my pots as precious, and while I hold back a few pieces here and there I've never had the desire to hang on to my own pots. Make em, fire em, sell em. Repeat. In fact I have very little to show for the last ten years. I spent today sorting and packing pots for the last shows and orders of the year and I had a really difficult time letting some of the work go. I know why, my relationship with woodfiring will be coming to an end this month. I want to hold on to them because there might not be anymore, maybe just for a year or two, or maybe forever.
As potters sometimes our identities can become wrapped up in the way we work. I'm not just Brandon the potter, I'm Brandon the woodfire potter. I think it's fairly safe to say that people identify me with a specific type of work. We could argue ad nauseum whether or not it's healthy to be synonymous with your job, but regardless, it's the way it is. I think most potters might understand where I'm coming from. I've spent a third of my life so far completely immersed, in love, first thought in the morning, last thought at night kind of obsessed with this process and it's hard to wake up one day and not feel that passion anymore. I may sound a little melodramatic but as a craftsman there's a bit of my soul tied up in that kiln and it's hard to let it go even when you know it's the right thing to do. I'm trying not to make this sound too analogous to a relationship but really, that's what it is. We're not happy together anymore and it's time for us to go our separate ways, maybe a short break is all that's needed, or maybe it's farewell for good, time will tell. But it sure is fucking sad.
Time for a change.