My once-promising vase has transformed into a post-apocalyptic crater of clay. The kiln, clearly a sadistic art critic, said, “Nope,” and turned my dreamy vase into a jagged, smoky monument to failure. The kiln has spoken, and it’s brutal: my carefully crafted vase has exploded into a lava-like abstract horror. Forget Instagram-ready pottery; this is a sculpture that doubles as a cautionary tale. Note to self: Do not rush to glaze a piece just so that it can get into the current Raku firing.
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