|a corner of my studio|
I started out taking classes at Kevin Lehman's Pottery, going with a friend. It was a whim, something fun to do after eight intense years of raising three young daughters, close in age. (I've since added a son.) It was also a stretch for this bookish organizer, since I knew precious little about the class other than when it started and how much it cost. No sign of a syllabus anywhere. It was just what I needed.
The first night of class, I was hooked. Not by my own success, to be sure, but by watching the clay become, under the capable hands of our instructor. To take a lump of mud, wedge it into uniformity, guide it to center on a whirring wheel, and gently pull it into a form both useful and beautiful - what more could a mere human hope for? I longed to do the same.
That was three years ago. I've been throwing ever since, whenever I can afford classes or studio time. I hope you get the chance to try it, too.