These pieces go through a major transformation in the kiln with their color, texture and especially form. They all started out nearly identical. A stacked tower of clay disks. As the kiln fires, certain disks begin to slump, bubble and melt into a liquid. I'm left with a mass of ceramic materials that looks nothing like the stack that went in. In this sense, I only get to see the work after it is finished and I can only guess about the form, color and textures that I'm left with. I mix the disks based off of variations of glazes that I know, but the variations quickly diverge from the original glaze, so I am at the mercy of the heat, time, gravity and the materials. Giving up control to such basic forces is limiting yet liberating.