In highschool, I joined the ceramics class. I was looking to join any art class in highschool. Thats where you could make cool stuff, and all my friends were there! I wish I still had everything that I made in that class, or at least a picture of the stuff.. but oh well
That class definitly helped me realize that I loved working with my hands and making whatever the hell I wanted. There wasnt a skill to it, like with painting or drawing. Its more of a childish act, like back in elementary. I could just grab some wet clay, make it slightly resemble something, slap some paint on it, and be proud of any creation I did.
Making clay works is a proccess, but that proccess never felt like I had to be perfect. I mainly learned how to be careful, and treat everything I made with respect. The things I was making had personality, flavor and imperfections. And if something didnt come out the way I imagined, then it wasnt a big deal. I never felt as though the mistakes of the finished results was directly because of what I did. Glaze can drip everyhwere, the piece wasnt as dry as you thought it was, or that color didnt blend just right. There was always a gamble to the craft. Eagerly waiting for the kiln to be done, to see if your creations survived the horrors of the heat.
yeah, ceramics is fun :) highly recommend!
