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So I made contact with the person who's selling the kiln, and she writes back and says she and her partner are home after five, so I should call then.
And I said, "Hmm, 'and her partner', eh?"
And I called her, and we set up a meeting in a grocery store parking lot (partly because she says it's hard to get to her place without guidance, partly, I'm guessing, on the 'make sure the people from the internet aren't crazy' principle).
And I identify the car, and am looking at it, and, yup, rainbow edging on the plate. And a leather pride flag.
Hee.
The couple reminded me of a bunch of my classmates from Feri training -- that generation of amiably partnered grey-haired women. They are apparently from Colorado, and amused by local placename pronunciation (but really, that's because it's funny).
I'm getting a kiln! We're hoping to pick it up tomorrow.
Kiln!
(I still feel physically phffft, but kiln!)
And I said, "Hmm, 'and her partner', eh?"
And I called her, and we set up a meeting in a grocery store parking lot (partly because she says it's hard to get to her place without guidance, partly, I'm guessing, on the 'make sure the people from the internet aren't crazy' principle).
And I identify the car, and am looking at it, and, yup, rainbow edging on the plate. And a leather pride flag.
Hee.
The couple reminded me of a bunch of my classmates from Feri training -- that generation of amiably partnered grey-haired women. They are apparently from Colorado, and amused by local placename pronunciation (but really, that's because it's funny).
I'm getting a kiln! We're hoping to pick it up tomorrow.
Kiln!
(I still feel physically phffft, but kiln!)
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I've been in a cow-counting kind of mood.
(Which is a reference of only partial general sensicality -- context on it is that I wrote a piece, entitled 'Cattle Magic', for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
teriel's wealth magic anthology, and with that in my mind I've been trying to actually implement the relevant paradigm more consistently.)
Gotta know what cows I have.
This has led to a few things, like completely reorganising my wishlist on Amazon (where I stash all the things I mean to get at some point) so that I could find things; I now know how much it would take to get all the Egyptiana I want that's readily available, which managed to clerically transform by the magic of counting cows the "Wow, that's a lot of investment, beyond my current means, waugh" into "Okay, I have a specific sum that that will take. I can budget for that." (And then![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
luellon pointing me at addall helped with that further.)
The last few days have been full of wanting to make statues. (Specifically, icons. I've promised Khnum my first icon, but Big Red has been sticking His Roman nose into my imagemaker lately for various reasons.) And while we're nearly to the point of being able to afford to set up my studio, I'm not there yet, not in a place where I can sink my fingers into the clay.
So I went off into the wilds of the internet doing research about glazes, finding soruces for the low-fire glazes I'd want for detailwork on icons, overglazes to do gilding, trying to figure out what to have on hand for glaze construction, dithering over the question of whether I want to get things like a commercial clear glaze to save myself that level of effort, and so on.
Then I prowled local Craigslist for stuff ....
... waiting to hear back if the $400 kiln is still available.
Counting cows.
(Divination using the Cummings stichomancy method on the subject of this round of counting cows produces:
Within itself moo, indeed.)
(Which is a reference of only partial general sensicality -- context on it is that I wrote a piece, entitled 'Cattle Magic', for
teriel's wealth magic anthology, and with that in my mind I've been trying to actually implement the relevant paradigm more consistently.)Gotta know what cows I have.
This has led to a few things, like completely reorganising my wishlist on Amazon (where I stash all the things I mean to get at some point) so that I could find things; I now know how much it would take to get all the Egyptiana I want that's readily available, which managed to clerically transform by the magic of counting cows the "Wow, that's a lot of investment, beyond my current means, waugh" into "Okay, I have a specific sum that that will take. I can budget for that." (And then
luellon pointing me at addall helped with that further.)The last few days have been full of wanting to make statues. (Specifically, icons. I've promised Khnum my first icon, but Big Red has been sticking His Roman nose into my imagemaker lately for various reasons.) And while we're nearly to the point of being able to afford to set up my studio, I'm not there yet, not in a place where I can sink my fingers into the clay.
So I went off into the wilds of the internet doing research about glazes, finding soruces for the low-fire glazes I'd want for detailwork on icons, overglazes to do gilding, trying to figure out what to have on hand for glaze construction, dithering over the question of whether I want to get things like a commercial clear glaze to save myself that level of effort, and so on.
Then I prowled local Craigslist for stuff ....
... waiting to hear back if the $400 kiln is still available.
Counting cows.
(Divination using the Cummings stichomancy method on the subject of this round of counting cows produces:
- this out of within itself moo
ving lump of twilight squirts a two
ne like nothing verdi slightly knu
as and some six cents hit the whigh
shaped hathole thangew yelps one shi
ly glad old unman who is eye
Within itself moo, indeed.)
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There is a calling in the clay, the raw potentiality, half-formed, clay drawn up from the edge of the Nun where possibility is close enough to reality to be moulded by the hands. That ancient flood is in me, in my calling, and it softens the earth that I work and shape.
I hear my Father humming as I work, as He works in his perpetual shaping of the clay; His wheel spins, and He hums, amiably, quietly, diligently, and he shapes forms. He makes souls, drawing up possibility and giving it form. I make images. Images of spirits, images of gods; when the clay I use is words, images of people. All drawn up from the edge of possibility where it still flows, in minds and hands and in the memories of endless oceans that the rivers still know.
The clay sits out to dry before firing, and slowly, possibility seeps away, the malleability of potentiality settling into the actual. Someone's form is there -- a person or a god or I know not what -- someone is remembered, someone is created.
I remember seeing once a belief expressed that the icon-makers have something they can offer the community of the fellow believers -- that power to embody Names once more, even Names that are not, tsst, commercially viable. To strengthen those Names, to make them remembered, to make them known.
Do the Names of Netjer recognize other Names and call them cousin?
Ma'at is in the remembering of names.
I make statues, because my Father makes men. I write lives, because my Father makes souls. Dua Khnemu! High of plumes, sharp of horns; Father of fathers, Mother of mothers! Dua Khnemu!
I hear my Father humming as I work, as He works in his perpetual shaping of the clay; His wheel spins, and He hums, amiably, quietly, diligently, and he shapes forms. He makes souls, drawing up possibility and giving it form. I make images. Images of spirits, images of gods; when the clay I use is words, images of people. All drawn up from the edge of possibility where it still flows, in minds and hands and in the memories of endless oceans that the rivers still know.
The clay sits out to dry before firing, and slowly, possibility seeps away, the malleability of potentiality settling into the actual. Someone's form is there -- a person or a god or I know not what -- someone is remembered, someone is created.
I remember seeing once a belief expressed that the icon-makers have something they can offer the community of the fellow believers -- that power to embody Names once more, even Names that are not, tsst, commercially viable. To strengthen those Names, to make them remembered, to make them known.
Do the Names of Netjer recognize other Names and call them cousin?
Ma'at is in the remembering of names.
I make statues, because my Father makes men. I write lives, because my Father makes souls. Dua Khnemu! High of plumes, sharp of horns; Father of fathers, Mother of mothers! Dua Khnemu!
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