I couldn't tell you what goes through my mind as I'm glazing--except today, when The Brain could not shake this little ditty about Cletus the slack-jawed yokel from an episode of The Simpsons.
This was my workspace circa 4:00 p.m. on Friday afternoon. On the left, you can see my muse, 44 ounces of diet Pepsi. Then there's an Empty Bowls bowl, a few glazes, and my glazing notebook. Behind that, my inspiration wall.
I work best in a bit of self-generated chaos.