Today has been the first day, probably since high school, that I have sat down at a wheel for hours and hours on end. Morning has passed and afternoon has found me, but it feels like the day has flown by. I can't begin to tell you the joy this is bringing me! It has been so long, too long, really.
Exactly how long you might ask? Well, I starting throwing in my Sophomore year of high school and continued through my Junior and Senior years. Then, my access to the school's equipment ended upon graduating. I attempted to take a pottery class at my community college right out of high school, but the teacher was a bit off and started the class by making a pinch pot. I quickly dropped the class and vowed that someday I would pursue my hobby more seriously. I was able to use a wheel in my early twenties that I had received second hand, but it died almost immediately after I started using it and with no kiln (and no access to one) my dream once again started to slip away.
I am now 31 years old, and 14 years have passed since I stopped throwing on an almost daily basis. I actually began to panic a bit this morning after having the hardest time just centering the damn ball of clay. I have watched video after you-tube video of potters illustrating how to center the clay, and each one of them does it just a little bit differently. But I think I have finally gotten the hang of it once again, as I try to exhume the thoughts buried from half of my lifetime ago.
I ended up throwing three small practice/keeper items today. I really doubt that any of them will see the inside of a kiln, but who knows?
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