These are my favorite pots. There are lots of them total and most of them do not look like this. But after spending an entire day in the studio last semester and really learning about the way my hands need to move to make these things even and symmetrical and thin, I did produce some bowls that I am proud of.
I want to know all about glazing because half the reason these are my favorite is because of the way the glaze came out. There is no telling what a piece will look like before it’s fired. A bisque fired piece is dipped into a big vat of creamy goop and it stays white until the little glass crystals all melt together in the kiln and give it color and life. The process of making a piece and then taking the chance to maybe ruin it with glaze but maybe make it wonderful with glaze is a lot like developing film. I have something I care about and I just leave it somewhere for magic to happen and a while later I collect it and either it came out how I imagined or it didn’t. Sometimes it turns out better than I imagined. The waiting and the collecting are the best, most rewarding feelings. The day I buy my own wheel and really get into this will be the best day.
p.s. Jeff glazed the bowl in the first picture. I love it. It was crunch time and he came to the studio to help me…a good husband.
I mentioned I took a ceramics class and that I fell in love. That is true, but it wasn’t because the class was a walk in the park. I spent an absurd amount of time in that studio on a few occasions. The fact that I fell in love with ceramics despite the long hours, hard work, and sore muscles is what makes me excited. Just today I switched around my fall schedule to fit in a pottery class in which I will learn more about wheel throwing. My imagination is running wild with thoughts of having a studio with my own wheel and my own kiln and a dog at my feet…
P.S. Jeff took these pictures on the longest day in the studio. It’s funny to see what my hands look like from another perspective.