Two weeks ago my family and I went to a pottery class to make our own mugs. Then they were to be fired in a kiln and coated in a glaze. We picked them up today. Here is my little cup:
It’s uneven and awesome 
Theoretically, I can drink from it, but I am afraid to break it so I probably won’t.
I found out about a local pottery studio that sometimes organizes classes. Last week they posted an event on Facebook titled “Make yourself a mug”. I have always wanted to make stuff from clay but never had a chance before. I called my family, and they all wanted to go too. Even my mom agreed to come though she claimed she was too old for that.
The class was today, and we all went, and we all made our own mugs. Each in their own style. The above photo is of my little cup. My mom and her partner made big coffee mugs. My brother made an angular mug with sharp edges, and his wife made a huge cappuccino mug.
The mugs are not ready yet. Now they need to dry, then they will be fired in a kiln (sort of an oven) and after that coated with a glaze, and then we can collect them.
If you have a chance you have to go to a pottery! And take your family too.
The story goes like this: in a pottery class students were divided into two groups. Students in the first group were asked to make a perfect pot. Students in the second one were asked to make as many pots as they could. When all pots were compared it turned out that all the best pots were from the second group.
The story about a pottery class is from “Art and Fear” by David Bayles which I haven’t yet read. I’ve first stumbled upon it here.
I like it a lot because it takes the pressure off. I don’t have to create that one perfect drawing. It’s better to draw as much as I can without obsessing over a single drawing. I don’t need to write a perfect blog post either — the more I write the better I will get at it.