September 10th may never get here.
If it does, it'll still seem like forever.
My Clayworks class starts on September 10th and I can't wait --can you tell? It has been a long, hot, dry summer with no throwing. The barrel firings have been great fun and helping out with the Tuesday night class and Muddy Fun has been a blast, but I really need to get back to throwing a whole mess 'o pots.
I want to get better, much better and the only way to do that is to throw pots. After all this time I'm starting to get more of a feel for the forms, the clay, and the decoration and it feels great. I desperately want to close the gap that Ira Glass was talking about and feel like I'm making something worthwhile. I get a lot of enjoyment from the pots I throw, but they don't stand up well to scrutiny. They're not graceful enough or artistic enough or deliberate enough to suit me.
I'll be glad to work on it. A lot. I mean it, people will be sick of seeing me at the studio. But I want to break through a few levels or "shells". It's time to molt and grow. Stay tuned.