Here's a very brief post about my pottery experince - or puttering about at the wheel - should I say.
About 6 years ago, I took 2 years of pottery at a school ot far from my home. Every Wednesday morning, I would don my worse clothes and head up the hill to the Frederick Pottery School. We started with the usual centering a glob of big round "mud" on the wheel.
Having Fibromyalgia did not help me - bending over grabbing this huge hunk of clay which already had taken me too much time to soften and punch the holes out and trying to center it - faster, go faster - and there it goes...onto the floor! A baker, I am not (an eater of baked goods, I am). I met some wonderful men and women and we all had our various successes.
I did make a set of plates and bowls. There were more accidents than you can imagine and lots of laughs. I soon found that out of accidents, come the most interesting objects. A vase gone wrong (and there were plenty of them turned into something lovingly weird) A bowl gone wrong was even better.
Throwing a plate or platter was easy for me, I just threw it away.
Then there was slab work - rolling out clay into any type of shape you wanted - pizza anyone? This was it for me - here I found what I was good at. I love vines and tendrils and odd shapes and something no one else has done.
My love of animals took me to make what I think are the most incredible other wordly and sweet creatures.
I am going to show you two pictures - quicky taken - the animals will come later.
More SLAB ANIMALS COMING SOON.