I’m not going to wax philosophic about getting in tune with nature or my inner spirit. I know for some, that’s what pottery does.
Pottery came around to my life at a time when there was a lot of illness and death going in my family. My wife and I were both in the midst of caring for and in the end, saying farewell to our parents. So, an opportunity came up to take a class at Clayworks. That first night at the wheel, was, to be honest, a disaster.
By the end of that night in the midst of dealing with grieving and/or stress from elder care - I realized I hadn’t thought about any of that for the entire three hour class. And guess what, at 9 p.m. when it was time to clean up and clear out of the studio, I was relaxed and pretty near content.
I also learned that first series of classes something I try to remember today. When you think something is a disaster, or a mess, step back and look again.
One of the disaster creations I made that first night, we use as a relish dish for many gatherings at our home. Through some inexperienced, but lucky glaze choices - one of those disaster projects turned into a piece that gets tons of positive comments.
Now, I spend more time with clay sculpting than throwing, but I’ll get back to the wheel. My focus now is just that, making better animals, creatures even a Kermit the Frog.