These are the other three from the first batch. Experiments with underglaze decoration. I'm not sure that I like the middle one. It has a cartoonlike quality that should have been predictable.
I was the one who did everything that was done to that lump of clay, every alteration was by my hand, every act of shaping and decorating. Then I ended up with something that surprised me. Maybe I was hoping for some mysterious intervention that would lessen my influence and responsibility.
As I slide further into the realm of pottery making as metaphor for living I begin to suspect that my belief that I can pass through life, my own and others, leaving little or no trace just ain't real.
What I'm glimpsing of myself is something that I've avoided or ignored for the last half century.
I'm now hoping to avoid or ignore any comparison between pottery making and parenting.
When I took vacation in Incirlik, Turkey the tour guide compared clay creation with they way God deals with humans. He said if the clay has any rough edges, the potter has to start over. He said sometimes God has the re-mold us. Is it true that you have to start over? Can that be frustrating at times?
My pottery tutor says that it's not unrealistic to get one good pot from 30 attempts. Many of the pieces I've started throwing have ended up in the slops bucket.
Fortunately the clay gets recycled. Every attempt to shape clay teaches something, about the clay, the shaping or about me. All of this can be frustrating and entertaining.
Thanks merc. I once heard someone say that if humans didn't start to learn to walk until they were adults they'd fall over three times and then conclude it was impossible.
I'm guessing that's why I need the child in me to help me grow, (that's a lot of me's). Someone said it is good to be as a child, not child-like, probably Jung ;-).
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I for one love the cartoon that should have been predictable...which may well sum up some of my drawings.
I was the one who did everything that was done to that lump of clay, every alteration was by my hand, every act of shaping and decorating. Then I ended up with something that surprised me. Maybe I was hoping for some mysterious intervention that would lessen my influence and responsibility.
This is the joy and love of creation, the inifinite shows us a glimpse of our self within it.
As I slide further into the realm of pottery making as metaphor for living I begin to suspect that my belief that I can pass through life, my own and others, leaving little or no trace just ain't real.
What I'm glimpsing of myself is something that I've avoided or ignored for the last half century.
I'm now hoping to avoid or ignore any comparison between pottery making and parenting.
Hehe, the Taoist's say the most useful part of the pot is the space within.
Now I'm wondering were they meaning the space within the potter or the pot?
Or the space between the potter and the pot?
Space is space ;-)
When I took vacation in Incirlik, Turkey the tour guide compared clay creation with they way God deals with humans. He said if the clay has any rough edges, the potter has to start over. He said sometimes God has the re-mold us. Is it true that you have to start over? Can that be frustrating at times?
http://saveyearly.blogspot.com
...and Adam was molded from clay no?
My pottery tutor says that it's not unrealistic to get one good pot from 30 attempts. Many of the pieces I've started throwing have ended up in the slops bucket.
Fortunately the clay gets recycled. Every attempt to shape clay teaches something, about the clay, the shaping or about me. All of this can be frustrating and entertaining.
Surreptitiously found http://creatingminds.org/quotes/resistance.htm
Thanks merc. I once heard someone say that if humans didn't start to learn to walk until they were adults they'd fall over three times and then conclude it was impossible.
I'm guessing that's why I need the child in me to help me grow, (that's a lot of me's). Someone said it is good to be as a child, not child-like, probably Jung ;-).
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