My second piece was too fragil and there were too many design flaws for me to be satisfied. I received comments like, “You are asking a lot of the clay,” “what you are doing is very risky,” “I’m concerned about this area…” etc, etc, etc.
So, I took a deep breath, fought back the urge to cry tears of frustration, and opened my second bag of clay to start over. I forgot to eat supper. I forgot about knitting night. I plunged into the project with much more respect for clay, knowledge of what NOT to do this time, and a clearer sense of what I need to do to make the piece stable without compramizing its sensibility.
On the bright side, when I decided to start over my professor said I had the “stubbornness of a ceramicist.” I took it as a compliment.
By the end of this class I’m going to have a damn good idea of everything I should not do with clay!