…just signed up for a 10 week pottery class
Four weeks ago one of our teachers went on maternity leave and a new teacher, DH took over her 1/2 class. I liked her immediately and soon discovered that before becoming a teacher she was a potter. She told me she still taught pottery classes from her studio in her home and that a new session was starting mid April.
Tonight was the first class and despite the forecast for round two of more bad weather I decided to chance the drive and make the commitment to 10 weeks of classes. I loved the easy going atmosphere of the class. There were only two of us there tonight so I got a lot of personal guidance and attention. I don’t have a lot of experience with clay and DH gave me a lot of good advice and hands on experience with this new medium.
DH’s other student has been taking classes for 5 years and was working on a teapot. It was interesting watching her make and assemble the spout and handle for her pot. I really liked the texture that she had carved into her pot.
DH gave me a demonstration on the potter’s wheel. It’s like magic watching the ball of clay transform into a vase.
Tonight I made two pinch pots and then combined them to create one vessel. Next week I will be cutting a lid from the top of the pot and carving a design into the clay. I know it doesn’t look like much now but I have great hopes for it. I’m also working on a texture plate for future projects.
I’ve included a couple of photos of DH’s finished teapots. I don’t think I’ll be making teapots in this session but I can see a couple of bowls and some mugs in the near future. Stay tuned.
Oh, by the way, the next round of freezing rain held off until I got home tonight.
Mama Cormier 
Ok, now, this is too weird. When I was in high school and college, I had my own potter’s wheel and kiln. I loved making pottery and even sold a few pieces, but life took over and all the clay in my life went to the wayside. But, that’s not the strange part, you see, last night, I had a very vivid dream that I was throwing pots again, I could actually feel the clay spinning around and taking shape through my fingers. Then I wake up this morning to read your post, hmmmm….coincidence???…..perhaps……
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Perhaps it’s a sign to feel that clay taking shape through your fingers again. I don’t know where you’d find the time but it is therapeutic kneading, throwing, pinching and smoothing out the clay. We do seem to have similar interests.
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On an art course I did many years ago we were given some clay for projects. No wheel, we had to work with it using only our hands. I, for some odd reason, decided on various figures. Most weird as my drawn figures have a definite cartoonish appearance. But the clay attempts I really liked. Unfortunately the tutor lost my masterpieces so they only now remain in my memory. Probably just as well.
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I hate when that happens. My daughter lost an art piece that actually won an award because someone else lost it. Hmmm! Suspicious, don’t you think?
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