The only photo of his sump-oil kiln.
“My memories are of being wrapped up in blankets and carried down the garden in the dark by my mother, to see this monster, that was literally roaring. I must have been around two at the time. I remember my father’s face lit by the flames as he stood beside the spy hole, the feeling of heat on my exposed cheek. When I was a little older, he took me into the cold kiln and show me the chamber wall – the bricks were shiny, like glass, as the intense heat had melted their exposed surface.” Josse quote
In this photo of his forth firing of the sump-oil kiln, one sees evidence of the new work, different to anything else on the British art market at this time.
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