Below are some little clay critters from my class at the Union Project. It's so much stinking fun -- and so awesome to be messing around with clay again. Initially I was a ceramics major as an undergrad, but bolted from that as soon as we had to start using numbers to figure out glaze mixes and kiln firings. I had some mighty fears of glazes, no lie. Math confuses me. Beyond the basics I get lost in about 30 seconds. Getting all of the powders and liquids together to make a glaze? Forget about it. I took off for printmaking and art history.
Anyway, it feels good to bend and mold and make something new out of mud. Perfect. And the smell of it? That's the earth right there. And having messy hands because of it? Good, good, good. Evidence that I did something with my time. Class is over in two weeks but I'm pretty sure that I'll be swinging by Standard Ceramic Supply real soon (tomorrow?) to pick up some clay so I can start working from my home studio.