Pottery is instant gratification. Touch it and you leave a mark...and that's fine, a mark. But I'm talking about making something you want to keep; more than just a mark.
Pottery is needy. I can't just leave it alone after making a mark. Throw a pot, undercut it, leave it on the bat long enough to dry for trimming. Now, don't wait too long and don't do it too soon, it just doesn't work like that. Needy...come and look at me, come and check my condition, hurry...wait...do this now then come back and do something else with me. Timing is everything. Oh, don't fire me yet, wait until I'm ready...that kind of thing.
Ah, but weaving waits.
Have I found balance at last?
Is this what heaven is all about?
My very, very first project almost all alone (is this good?).
I measured the warp and dressed the loom all by myself. All alone, no one else, just me. Thank you my weaving teacher and Debbie Chandler!
Drat, I can't find my camera to post a bragging photo but I will...later...