Beginning Ceramics
Monday, January 29th, 2007We are utilizing the Craft Center on campus and doing some dabbling in pottery. It’s tons of fun. Last Sunday night was our first class and already BN has been unable to resist the temptation to return several times during the week during open studio hours. (Since he’s right there on campus every day.) I went with him on Wednesday, and we were there for 4 hours! I’m not making very much headway, but BN is a natural sculptor. I already knew that, because of all the neat stuff he has created using wood, wire, etc. But he’s already made 2 beautiful pieces in the first week! They look stunning even pre-glazed/fired.
Tonight we learned to throw pots on the wheel. I knew it would be difficult but it was downright impossible, for me, before I realized that I should break a new piece of clay off of my stock rather than using the harder, dryer stuff I’d been working with during the week. Then I was able to get a start.
Our instructor must have an interest in art therapy because he is so positive and supportive. (And full of helpful information about all things ceramics.) He said, during the demo on the potter’s wheel, that we would all certainly pick it up quickly, more quickly than he himself did, because he really had a hard time starting out, etc. He tried out my clay, and instead of chiding me for being so stingy and not breaking off a fresh chunk, said no wonder I’d been having a hard time and helpfully mushed all my hard clay and failed attempts into a big rope for me that I could later work at to knead back into usefulness.
I’m really excited at the prospect that we will be able to make all kinds of functional and beautiful things like mugs, bowls, plant pots and such. And even if we don’t take more classes, it’s only $10 for students (and spouses) to get a term studio pass for unlimited use of the studios during non-class time…
Hey, readers - my dear family and friends - you need to go out and take a studio art class. It is the best thing ever. I’ve done lots of drawing classes, but there are so many choices. Drawing, painting, ceramics, print-making, sculpture, photography - It is so great to get focused instruction in creativity, aesthetics, and technique, making images and/or objects completely from scratch! I’m creative for a living but I’m totally loving this clay thing because it’s something I’ve never done. A new skill, a new way to think - a new way to use your hands, a new way to use your eyes and your brain. You should try it, each and every one of you. And it’s more fun to go with a friend.


Our apartment complex roofs are flat on top with steeply slanted orange metal … what’s the word I want… eaves? Well, anyway… The snow collects on them and then slowly slides down in sheets. It’s pretty cool. [A side note: this image is sponsored by our collection of unusual and foreign coke bottles: I have one from Germany, one from India with real hindi script lettering, plus no short term missions experience would be complete without the sweet tastes of Fanta and Thums Up sodas. Cheers!] I was disappointed that the pool didn’t freeze over. For some reason the management doesn’t use the pool cover (we heard rumors from a past neighbor that there was a wasps nest inside of it. ooo, scary.) and so it collects lots of leaves and other crud. It makes our living room window view much less attractive. So I thought that if the pool would freeze and then snow covered it, that would look smooth and white and pretty as long as the snow lasted because nobody is going to step on a thinly frozen pool. And the gate is padlocked. Maybe it will freeze tonight during the low, low temp of 18� !!!
We were actually kind of snowed in by our 3 or 4 inches - our parking lot is at the bottom of a fairly steep incline (or at least it seems steep when it’s snowed over) and so I decided I would try taking the bus down to my usual Thursday Ladies Luncheon bible study and prayer group. Partway through the morning my friend GP called to say that fortunately her car was fixed and she wouldn’t need rides from me anymore; but unfortunately she’d tired herself out clearing snow at her apartment complex (she’s the manager) and wouldn’t be coming to the lunch. While I was conversing with her, I watched one of my neighbors attempting to drive up out of the complex… the wheels were spinning but the car was not moving and I was dreading to see it start to roll back. But thankfully they made it out OK. My bus plans confirmed as the right plan, I gathered my small change and off I went. It started to snow pretty heavily, and as I rode down the hill with snow blowing by I felt like I suddenly lived in a different town.

