Saturday, 16 March 2013
A very long time ago (well, 35 years to be exact) I did a couple of part-time courses in ceramics and fell in love with wheel thrown pottery. There is something addicting and magical about coaxing a form from a lump of clay, using just your hands, water and centrifugal force to turn mud into a bowl or a jug or a plate.
Over the intervening years I've often thought about going back to it but never have. Then a few weeks ago I was given the most marvellous birthday present: 3 hours a week of wheel time at my local FE college for a whole eight weeks!
I went back to it excited, but a little fearful. What if I didn't enjoy it any more and had lost interest, or, worse still, what if I just couldn't do it? Was it like riding a bike and I would still have the body memory to enable me to get back into the swing quite quickly, or would I have forgotten everything I ever knew about how to throw?
Well yes, I did still love it, and no, I hadn't forgotten everything. Rusty, out of practice and lacking some of the arm and hand strength I once had, I discovered I could still produce things which pleased me and which will be used around the home. And here they are; timely little reminders to do what you love and follow your heart.