Well...
The correctional department has spoken and it seems that the prisoners being held in cellblock 361 are about to complete their mandatory sentence. As the completion of the kiln comes to an end, an uplifting air of appreciative silence begins to form on those being released. Detained against their will for what seems like years (more honestly weeks) the chimney has shown through the roof and the last of the soft brick nestles the behemoth arch in its final resting place.
With the kiln nearly completed there is a return to the foreign material of clay. My hands have grown rigid in the frozen hell of the kiln pad, but my soul is still warmed to the notion of being able to sculpt full time once again. I have overcome the adversity of working outside, laboring at a job that I once would have been paid prevailing wage. (Which for masons is $33.00 an hour, and with ironwork coming, the average is $49.50 an hour). However, this FREEdom of working at something I will leave for generations, makes me appreciative of the skills I gained in the past.
Peace be unto those that fire in the name of ceramics and leave no clay unmolded as those that mold before me, are reborn in the creations of the future.
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