Here’s a scene from the farm today that deserves a better title than I can come up this weary evening. Any suggestions?
Today was near perfect. Beautiful spring weather and an entire day to spend in the studio. 22 pots to finish – 44 handles. I almost counted the # of sprigs , but I resisted. But I do wonder…how many little tiny balls of clay the size of a cooked grain of rice can a man make in a day? I really liked a round vase from the last firing so I made a whole bunch of variations on that theme. Putting them together takes about twice as much time as throwing them. I am deliberate these days in how I do that. I like both processes…throwing takes more focus for me, finishing/handbuilding is more relaxed. And all of it is good when listening to the Piedmont blues, drinking cups of tea and watching the goldfinches at the feeder, sometimes 7 at the same time.
