my third pottery class.
we were told to bring in a piece of pottery we owned and liked for inspiration.
something that spoke to us or moved us.
that is my tiny pitcher on the left.
i picked that up a long time ago at an antique store.
i adore hand painted pitchers...not sure why i just do.
now it is here to give me something to aspire to.

as with anything new...there are the fun aspects and the challenges too.
as with anything new...there are the fun aspects and the challenges too.
also a whole new lingo to understand....wedging.
throwing.
centering.
collaring, coning, trimming,
opening up the clay, pulling the up the walls....and so on.
opening up the clay, pulling the up the walls....and so on.
this has been an interesting process....all the while learning more about myself.
i made these four graduating bowls so far.
it is quite the process, not as easy as one might think.
3 down, 4 to go.
it has definitely been worthwhile.
there are so many types of art i want to try.
1 down, an infinite amount of other things to try still to come.
happy days in the dead of february winter.












