Issue #76 After , I promised myself this would not turn into a pottery newsletter. Yet here I am, writing about pottery again! But it’s only because pottery, like most creative pursuits, is an excellent metaphor for everything else. For example: this past Tuesday, I was not looking forward to class. My husband and I had spent Labor Day weekend drywalling our shed and the thought of plunging my hands into yet more clay was not exactly appealing. Plus, I’d been disappointed with my pieces thus far. My bowls were lopsided, my mugs crooked, my clay bruised by clumsy fingers. It’s not that I expected to majestically unearth David on my first try, but I thought I’d at least manage a passable bowl.
The story you meant to tell 💭
The story you meant to tell 💭
The story you meant to tell 💭
Issue #76 After , I promised myself this would not turn into a pottery newsletter. Yet here I am, writing about pottery again! But it’s only because pottery, like most creative pursuits, is an excellent metaphor for everything else. For example: this past Tuesday, I was not looking forward to class. My husband and I had spent Labor Day weekend drywalling our shed and the thought of plunging my hands into yet more clay was not exactly appealing. Plus, I’d been disappointed with my pieces thus far. My bowls were lopsided, my mugs crooked, my clay bruised by clumsy fingers. It’s not that I expected to majestically unearth David on my first try, but I thought I’d at least manage a passable bowl.