I was completely flabbergasted by the response to yesterday’s post in which I shared some of the pottery I’ve made, and I always appreciate any excuse to use the word “flabbergasted”. It’s up there with “effluvia”, “rictus”, “discombobulated”, and “xenium” on my list of words I don’t think get used often enough, but that’s another story.
Since I’ve been in a bit of a creative dry spell lately here are some of my other pottery works. The first thing I ever made in pottery class was a coffee mug.
I also made a small bowl.
With a tremendous amount of help from my instructor–so much so that I feel a little guilty claiming I made this–I made another bowl on the wheel. Expert potters make using the wheel look incredibly easy, but, as my instructor told me, it took her seven years of almost daily practice to reach the point that she can imagine something and make it.
My best piece, though, is one I made for a friend who’s a fellow Doctor Who fan. If you’re a Whovian–and I know some of you are–you’ll appreciate how twisted I am for giving this to him as a gift.
When things don’t turn out right–and I have made a lot of junk–it can be very frustrating. When they do turn out, though, it’s extremely satisfying.