Grit in the Gears

I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.

Thursday, 1 October 2009

Busybusybusy

An update, and a find.

I wrote before about making a house-portrait as a job in my potting days, here ,

Today, I was rummaging through my junk-store, and I found the half-scale test-piece.

(no slips or oxides on this one, just a clear glaze. The roof lifts off, to give access for a light fitting. Sorry about the dust, it's been hidden away for twenty years) : )

Can you see what it is yet?

Starting points for something else.
Update will occur if everything doesn't go horribly wrong.