I've lost everything else.
Laptop
External HD
Camera
chargers
all my active flashdrives
Last night I got my backpack back from the bus that took off with my luggage on board and me still in DC. I opened it to find only my blue water bottle inside.
I've lost everything else. Laptop External HD Camera chargers all my active flashdrives Another reception missed. En route to Norfolk but Murphy's mf Law is the story of my life. My carefully planned trip gone down the drain. At least I'll be getting a refund in bus credits, although there's nothing I can do about the time.
I found a studio that is able to fire at required temperatures. It’s located all the way in the heart of Brooklyn, which is unfortunate because I need to cross a bridge every time I want to get to my piece, but for her I’d do anything.
The space is brand spankin' new, the owners told me they just opened last October. As an artist making zero profit working out of a home studio simply for the sake of creating, seeing artists turned pottery studio owners has always made me wonder how tf they got the funding to make such a purchase—especially in the state of New York. Maybe they signed their soul over to a devil somewhere in a bank. Who knows. Enough of green eyed monster musings though. It turned out terrible with a capital T. Nothing was fully matured. Even the Snowfall that was supposedly fired at suggested temp.
Only the dark magma looks like it would be passable but I don't know. The black line on my final coin would be perfect but for the inability of the airbrush to get any fluid thicker than extremely watered down black silk out. |
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