My senior year of High School I gave a “How-To Throw A 20 lb. Pot Blindfolded” speech for the “Mr. Lion” beauty pageant. The first picture was the one practice run I did the day before the show. The second photo was taken during the centering stage of the demonstration.
Ceramics in high school kept me sane. Whether I was feeling inspired, having a horrible day, or just wanting to skip class, I could always go to the ceramics room. The ceramics teacher, Mr.Brame is one of a small handful of teachers who have had a major impact on who I am today.
I started taking ceramics classes my freshmen year. By the middle of my sophomore year I had taken all of the classes offered, and one of them twice. Mr.Brame decided to bring me on as a somewhat permanent teachers assistant from then on, which allowed me to be in the ceramics room on a daily basis.
Eventually I started selling a good amount of my work. Massive fruit bowls and rum jugs for the most part.
I’ve often dreamed of running away for a few months to live on an island, completely disconnected from society, and just throw pots all day.
Although I don’t make pottery anymore, I do want to start again. I just need to stop making up excuses to do so.