Catching Air

When the kiln door shuts, I always pray. I pray for everything to turn out how I want them to be. However, things don't always happen as ones hoped. I ask myself why that is. I controlled everything I could but why the outcome was still out of control? One day I suddenly understood...... It is the air that I cannot control. I cannot see where it has travelled and how it has travelled on the pieces; I could only see the marks it left behind. Like a kiss mark left by angels. It made the surface so interesting and fascinating and irreproducible...... The idea of "catching air" come into my mind. YES, I am going to catch air......