Today I'm working on some pages for the new website. It's rained recently and the clay stuff just doesn't want to dry enough for me to work...that's my excuse anyway.
It's been interesting stretching my brain around another website. The first one (about 20 years ago) was much easier to construct. Of course it was also simple in that it couldn't provide all that much either. I suppose like anything there are trade offs.
The silver nitrate marks from the recent firing have started to go away. I didn't wear gloves. I won't be making that mistake that again anytime soon. I was thinking that a brush distance away was going to be enough. I mean with the dilution of a bazillion to one and then application with a brush what could go wrong?
Luckily it wasn't in my face. Not that I'm vain, I just like my eyes the ways they are. So with that in mind, safety glasses go into the shop beside the boxes of gloves that could've/should've been used but weren't. The gloves are in a dispensing rack next to all the chemicals.
So why would anyone use a chemical that leaves black marks behind when contacting the skin? I suppose for the same reason that one might do pottery at all...it's alluring...it draws you in...and in my case it's very much an addiction.
Jim writes most of the dribble for our Banter. Sometimes it's serious, but often not...then, neither is Jim