Christmas, they tell me, is coming, and I felt like fooling around with home-made paper clay, so I whapped up a small batch of stoneware clay and toilet paper, and another of grey beach clay and more toilet paper. (No, I do not know what I am doing.)
Then I had a go at angels, but unfortunately figurative art is entirely beyond me, and as my advisor helpfully pointed out, the results were somewhat scary and appeared to be angels of death. So I converted the shapes into owls; still a bit scary?
Now they are firing and strange stinks and fumes are wafting from the kiln. I have the garage door wide open and the burning off will finish soon. I wait with interest for the results.
Especially for the one angel I retained. I am also ok with having the Angel of Death on the Christmas tree.