I found this really ugly "bowl" when I cleaned out the upstairs bedroom where I used to have my wheel. I had boxes of really bad pottery that I had saved, maybe so I could see my progress over the years, maybe because I was too lazy to try and deal with it. But it's all gone now, I threw out a LOT of stuff. But I kept this, it was dated 2003 and it is the first pot I threw on the wheel at Clayworks in Charlotte NC. I put petes weathered bronze over some brown glaze and if you know weathered bronze, you know it runs like a mother. I had to grind the shelf because at Clayworks that was the rule, it was so embarrassing to walk in that morning and see my poor little bowl attached to the shelf with a note instructing me to fix the shelf. I will tell you that I have never had another pot stick to a kiln shelf. Lesson learned! This thing probably started out as three pounds of clay because that was how I was taught to throw, wedge up some 3 lb balls and get going. It took me almost a year to understand the concept of wedging and over three years to center clay. Slow learner and left handed, when I tried doing things backwards from what I was being taught it all came together. I didn't take to throwing naturally, I had to work at it, but if I try now and I'm not lazy I can throw a very nice bowl.
Eight years ago this month I started taking pottery classes at a community studio and today I made my first piece in my very own studio. A studio I helped build and a studio that money from the sell of my pottery paid for. Brilliant! It was like a religious experience. We finished off the shingles this morning, I had a cup of coffee with my carpenter, we hugged goodbye, had a happy ending, took Wesley to lunch, then the art library at UNC, then came home and made my first house in the afternoon light, with nothing but the sound of birds chirping and squirrels running around in the backyard. Breeze blowing through the windows, heaven! I had so much room, my tools were clean and I could find them, my surfaces were clean and I had a place for all of my slabs. As I worked, I wondered at the way I have been making pottery for the past few years and I now think that I have had temporary insanity. No one would try to make work the way I have been doing it and have their sanity. This is how the REAL potters must feel :)