I picked up another set of work from my pottery class today — I also glazed four more pieces and have a few more to glaze next week! There’s something about making a thing, creating it with your own hands and mind and ideas, that is refreshing in a way all it’s own. Even if the project (and outcome) is amateur, there is still a certain calming pride that comes with having made it yourself. Here are a few views of my set of matching dishes (ignore the messy table in image #1):
These pieces are not perfect, and I love that about them. Their many imperfections remind me that I made them, and there is a calm and a pride in that. Creating, no matter what the genre, is exhilarating.
I think that these dishes are helping me talk myself into being brave enough to get an MFA.
Sweet dreams. :)