I was all geared up to go to class a week and a half ago, when I got a phone call that said it would be canceled that night and another week would be added on to the end of the course. No surprise that it was on a day when my patience was thin from breaking up fights between the girls and threats of selling them to the gypsies had turned in to threats of giving them away for free. I’m pretty sure this was a test from The Universe. Not cool, Universe, not cool.
When Monday rolled around again, I checked my phone every half hour to make sure class was still on – thankfully, it was. I had watched several videos to get me back in the throwing mode and was determined that I would make anything but a bowl this time. My goal was a little bud vase. I figured it might take a try or two but that guy on You Tube made it look really easy.
Within a few minutes of arriving, our instructor explained that we’d be working with porcelin clay that day, instead of the recycled clay we’d used for the first three weeks. Okay. It has lots of lovely attributes, but it’s different. It’s centers differently, it pulls differently, and in my hour and a half with it – it gets irritated at you easily and will just decide to die if you work it too much. Obviously this was just my impression – our instructor told us how one woman in his Saturday class really took to it and threw better pieces than anything she had attempted in the past weeks. Not a helpful story as I sadly looked at the top of my “vase” wrinkle and die.
Twice this happened. And so twice I cut the top off and attempted to salvage the bottom half. Into what, you ask? Did you really need to ask? Fine. I made two more bowls. With the patient help of my instructor, I did eventually end up with a vase, but it wasn’t the shape I was hoping for and frankly, I was shocked he was able to rescue it as much as he did.
Next week we have a choice of what clay to work with. I’m a little torn on whether to try to conquer the porcelain or go back to something more familiar. I’d guess my stubbornness will win out and I’ll pick up the white tormentor again. I control the clay, I control the clay, I control the clay…five more days of this and I think I’ll believe it.