Tom really spoiled me rotten for Christmas. I’m not sure why but I’m not exactly complaining. One gift was enrolling me in a pottery-using-the-wheel class held by our city’s art association. If you are unaware, my mom is an amazing potter/ceramic artist – so this was something I’ve wanted to try for a long time – to see if there was even a glimmer of her talent passed on to me.
I was nervous walking in to my first class but the smell of clay instantly brought back happy memories. Tagging along to my mom’s classes at BYU was one of my favorite things to do as a kid. It helped that artists seem to be pretty lax regarding a little blonde urchin running around, making what I’m sure was a mess, trying out the wheels and peeking into all the work-spaces to see what was being created. Also, apparently, singing songs loudly in the bathroom. About going to the bathroom. See? I am creative.
Of course the studio I’m learning in is nowhere near the size of BYU’s ceramics department – just a small one-room building with only 5 wheels and 5 students. Which is good. I knew I wasn’t going to walk in and throw a masterpiece so I was grateful for the extra one on one time with the instructor. It was tricky – as expected – and I somehow managed to get into line last for supplies and ended up with a real peach of a wheel. But I’m not one to be easily discouraged when determined – at the end of class, I had two “bowls” – not really bowls but definitely not the straight cylinders we were supposed to be creating. I figured it wasn’t a complete success but definitely not a failure, so I left happy and determined to be better next week.
Mom – I want you to know that no matter what, you will be receiving one of my creations as a gift. So be prepared. Although I don’t mean it as a hilarious reminder of where you started – more of a thank you for always inspiring me to try new things and to never back down from a challenge.