Confessions of a novice

ize isn’t everything. It really isn’t. But there’s something about learning to throw pots that makes you always want to go bigger. You start off turning little 1lb balls of clay into dishes, dreaming of 1kg bowls. Then you manage that, and you’re immediately hankering after a 2kg cylinder. Then you see that’s not as tall as someone else achieved with the same amount of clay. You want taller, narrower, then wider, rounder… You can never win! Not only that, but as soon as you do manage what you previously considered a huge pot, you’re realising that it might be big, but it also weighs a ton and looks ugly as sin, and so the next challenge begins; making large pots that actually look nice and wouldn’t make Keith cry for all the wrong reasons when he attempted to lift them. Perhaps it’s this perpetual cycle