A plain image for some plain thoughts today.
When I first started pottery lessons, I learnt that throwing hurt my body. It’s surprisingly physical.. the way you sit, balance, move.. I had to prop one leg up and went on to later learn I have a weakness on one side of my body. It’s an all-encompassing experience. Once, after an intense session I hurt every day for the next two weeks and reluctantly conceded that it wasn’t going to be a healthy way forward for my poor old body. So throwing would not be for me. This was such a shame as I’m a person who likes to patiently practice, hone and polish... it didn’t fit with how I’d hoped to be.
I think I had the naïve notion that you can only become a worthwhile ceramicist if you throw on a wheel.
I wondered.. if I can’t do that, then how do I want to be? What will I make? So I began to explore the various methods of handbuilding. Having broken away from my preconception that I’d one day become good on the wheel.. I was freed by the realisation that I was no longer in pursuit of a perfect form.
Learning a new skill is teaching me so much about myself. The very first lesson ceramics gives you - is humility. It can all go wrong at any point. You may not be as good as you’d like and you have a lifetime of learning ahead.
And here endeth the waffle..