Thanks for popping in. Bleak and drizzly day today in Kent, brightened this afternoon by….
Who cares whether it’s raining or not when you’re throwing pots?!
To be able to step away for 3 hours, from VAT bills and rental contracts and TV proposals and show prep and shipments and every other business thing which is piled high. To immerse myself in clay and rolling pins and slip and glazes – and something altogether different. That is the key to a calmer head for me.
When the head is in spin cycle, I can either crawl under the covers and switch it off by sleeping, or get busy with my hands. Personally, I prefer the latter, although a little cat nap works wonders too.
So this afternoon, I tidied up a pair of egg cups and saucers which I started last week and added a couple of little spoons to the set. They are going in the kiln tomorrow! Then I tried my hand at moulded bowls – we’ll see how they work out. And then I embarked on a little series of tiles. But rather than rush, I want to do a little research, and make a plan. I was chatting to a co-potter at the table, who said she would really love to be able to sell some of her work. She said that would be a real boost for her, a kind of recognition of her work. And I agreed with her, and suggested she check out Etsy, and Facebook, and all those other selling platforms. “What about you?” she asked. “NO WAY. This is purely for pleasure for fun,” was my response.
Once upon a time, when I worked in a corporate setting, drawing with pen and ink was my go-to solution for fun and light relief. Nowadays, pen and ink = work. Not that I am ungrateful! Not at all! But the thing which was my passion has now become my job. So I have to look elsewhere to make & do. And pottery is perfect for me.
Most of you good people reading this will be avid stampers, parchment crafters, mixed media artists. Those things to you are what pottery has become to me – a hobby, a pastime, a healthy addiction. Same as Dave. I listen to him playing his guitar, composing music every evening. Every single evening. Religiously. It’s his passion, his escape.
Aren’t we lucky to be creative !
Love & Hugs,