Moving Forward

Unloading the kiln on Sunday evening: a stack of plates, some platters and a couple of bowls. Vases and a couple of experimental pieces. Some good stuff.

I was talking with my aunt the other day at lunch about my practice of destroying work that I don't like or that doesn't sell. She's against it, but I explained that I do it because, man, that stuff has my name on it and I don't want work that doesn't meet my standards to be out there with my name on it. As far as the stuff that doesn't sell, some of it I keep but the stuff that I don't want to keep or store gets smashed. It's a way to keep moving forward.