Remember my Tale of Woe? Where I vowed I would take a wheel thrown pottery class?
Last night was the first class of eight. It was so fun! It reminded me of felting, where something magically emerges under your hands. A few manipulations, and like magic a bowl appears. So far, a bowl and a plate have been completed. No pictures yet, but I promise I will show all attempts, failures and successes.
With the class, we have free use of the studio, as long as there isn't a class going on. This could be dangerous. I have a feeling I'll be needing another bag of clay before too long.