Skulking around the bisque fired pots I spied a really nice mug with perfectly shaped, perfectly spaced square indentions. I decided to copy it. I have no shame. This is mug number 3. I hastily trimmed it and began making square indentions in a sort of pattern. I like it OK. I pulled the handle and after it sat around for a while I added a few indentions to the top and the bottom of the handle. The handle is stuck waaaaay out there but other than that I like the mug pretty much. I've done a lot worse. Then I set about throwing 1.5 lb. mugs for the rest of the afternoon. I ended up with 7.5 cylinders. The first 4 were better than the last ones. One fell apart so it is going to be an egg separator. Hence, the .5. All in all a pleasant afternoon in one of my favorite places. I feel a bit better.
Here are mugs 4 5, 6, and 7. I forgot to take a picture of the next 3.5. Last Saturday there was a beautiful boy at the wheel beside mine. He was making a soaring pitcher that was perfectly shaped. I assumed he had a degree in ceramics or had been developing his skill for years. How wrong I was. There was a great deal of ohhing and ahhing over his pitcher and it was revealed that he took up pottery 4 months ago. Whoa! I felt so defeated. Even though he was pleasant and seemed like a nice enough person, It was hard to like him.
The strapping young hunk was also throwing today but he was having a bad day. His work sort of fell apart. He cleaned up and left in disgust. Mama said there'd be days like this. I am ashamed to admit that that made me feel good.
Healthy discontent is the prelude to progress.
Mahatma Gandhi
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