I took pottery classes from a good family friend who had a kiln when I was younger. It was in these classes that I built a castle. That castle sat in my room for years and there were little things about it that bugged me--like the one turret that had to be added within a matter of minutes, and the blob of clay that randomly ended up in the corner of my castle during the firing process.
About seven years later, when I took the high school pottery class, I decided to build another castle and see if I could make it more to my liking.
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I think I improved upon my methods, don't you?
04 August 2011
Clay Castles
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