I've been working along in the studio checking off pots that are on the ever growing 'make list' for the next big soda firing. Between some old, hard clay and some really soft clay, sometimes the pots don't come easily. For me I have to have the clay just so, as well as my stool, my sponge (which I've been having issues with finding the right sponge), and my head! I don't know what made me grow so picky but a potter must be centered. As pots go round and round the wheel, so do my thoughts go round and round. Maybe that's why I like to alter my pots more and more, to get them out of the round, out of the unexpected.
August 5, 2009
I really am a potter
I've been working along in the studio checking off pots that are on the ever growing 'make list' for the next big soda firing. Between some old, hard clay and some really soft clay, sometimes the pots don't come easily. For me I have to have the clay just so, as well as my stool, my sponge (which I've been having issues with finding the right sponge), and my head! I don't know what made me grow so picky but a potter must be centered. As pots go round and round the wheel, so do my thoughts go round and round. Maybe that's why I like to alter my pots more and more, to get them out of the round, out of the unexpected.
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Always like the altered shapes. They have lots more personality than round pieces.
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