17 March 2012

relationship revelation


Forging new relationships is difficult, both with people and with clay.  And in fact, there are so many similarities between our relationships with people and clay.  In both cases we open ourselves up- mind, body, and soul to learn, experience, and grow with someone or with the clay that is our medium.  We have expectations in both-- that if we share, if we take time to interact, if we invest in ourselves- we will get something in return.  Whether that is a conversation, a moment of shared joy, or a great pot- we expect that our time and effort will be rewarded. 

The forming of a great pot- is like the forming of a relationship.  A pot takes time, nurturing, patience, and some loving care.  So does a relationship.  Perhaps it is true what they say (whoever ‘they’ are)-- you get out of it what you put into it.  The more your hands interact with the clay, the more they experiment, and discover- the more joy you receive.  But on the other hand, time not spent in the studio, time not opening yourself up with a person you care about- will result in frustration, aggravation, and ultimately heart break. 

But sometimes, no matter what you do; no matter how much time you spend, no matter how much you put your heart on the line- sometimes that clay is not going to center.  You can push and pull all you want and that lump of clay just isn’t going to do what you want.  And no matter how much we give of ourselves, sometimes the other person doesn’t give you what you need in return.  In the studio, we can scrape that piece of clay off the bat and put it in the recycle bin and start anew.  But while it might be a little harder to ‘scrape’ that person off your heart and into the recycle bin- it can be and should be done if you are investing too much for too little.  Everything can start anew.  It might be difficult to start a new pot, a new shape, a new glaze.  It might be difficult to let go and start a new friendship, a new relationship.  It is a risk- a risk worth taking in the end.

  

04 March 2012

memories from a pot


Memories are evoked in a myriad of ways.  The smell of a campfire in the earlier morning; the sounds of the first spring peepers at dusk; the photographs of time gone by….  Sight, sounds, smells, all bring us back to a past time when we remember where we were, the friends that we shared those times with, and the feelings we experienced.

The other day, I found myself reminiscing….not using photographs or sounds- but pots.  Yes- pots.  I started walking through my house taking note of all those pots that I have acquired over these past seven years and it brought to mind some wonderful times. Take a trip with me these next few entries as I take a trip down memory lane:



My first pot:  Wow- I can't believe I showing this photo!!  It’s my Hershey Kiss candy dish!  It fits just one!  I remember the first day of class, my first touch of the clay beneath my fingers, the smell of the musty clay as it came out of the bag.  But what I remember most are the friendship that I made-  some of the best and fulfilling in my life.  And I am happy to say that many are still in my life today.



My first wood-firing with Susan Beecher:  Here I learned the true meaning of blood, sweat, and tears.  I learned the power of energy and fire, and the wonderful camaraderie that is born out of having a shared goal.  Here, I also learned the power of laughter and music.  In the wee hours of the morning when the fire continues to burn, but your own internal fire is starting to wane- laughter and music can pull you through.  These are some of my most cherished pots, memories, and friends.


My first workshop: Here I listened to what I consider a technical artist- Todd Piker.  An artist that has a strong and fervent philosophy about pottery, process, and craft, he is precise and measured, yet his pots have movement and life. The trip to Vermont with my mother was a wonderful weekend.  I was so nervous taking a workshop as I really didn’t have a clue.  But this experience was one that will never be forgotten.  And I now realize that you must absorb yourself in pots and the work of others to truly learn about craft and technique. 

Stay tuned for more pots and more memories….