I successfully made the 10 little cups that was due for class today. They were all weirdly shaped and will most likely be used to hold earrings or paperclips. Our next assignment is to make 50 bowls. The goal is to have 5 sets of 10, but for the life of me I can't even get two to look alike. The wheel is harder to master than I expected. I may never be perfect but at least I'll have 50 bowls, each with its own sense of humor. In the meantime, I'm enjoying the atmosphere of the class and discovering the poetic side of pottery. A bowl is so much more than a bowl.
“The creative spirit creates with whatever materials are present. With food, with children, with building blocks, with speech, with thoughts, with pigment, with an umbrella, or a wineglass, or a torch. We are not craftsmen only during studio hours. Any more than a man is wise only in his library. Or devout only in church. The material is not the sign of the creative feeling for life: of the warmth and sympathy and reverence which foster being; techniques are not the sign; "art" is not the sign. The sign is the light that dwells within the act, whatever its nature or its medium". -- MC Richards
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