"The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls." Picasso

I have always fancied myself a creative person. When I was little I imagined being an author when I grew up. I loved art time in class starting from elementary on up. Then I learned about music, and I loved that too. And I took a photography class in college and fell in love with that. Shea and I, before we got married, decided we wanted to take a class together one night a week. I thought it would be fun to enroll in a ceramics classes for a wedding gift. I chose that Picasso quote because of the irony. In pottery class we literally ended up with more dust on our clothes and faces after participating in the "art." I wanted to love ceramics, I really did. But I was terrible at it. After working 10 hour days at a demanding internship I could not find the patience to sit for another 90 minutes hoping the clay would yield to my hands. I already felt incompetent at my internship I didn't crave to feel that way in my creative outlets. I wanted to feel successful. Poor Shea learned that this girl he thought was sweet and patient could become grumpy, discouraged and impatient after pottery class. Towards the end of class I really did start to enjoy pottery making! I was getting better at centering and drawing up the sides of items, but then the class was over. I even made a lopsided bowl. Shea was so good! He made several bowls (although some cracked during the drying process) and had a lot of fun.

Here are some pictures from the class:

Evidence of class on Shea's face

And my scrubs

One time we skipped class to go to the Jazz game.

Shea's bowl ready for firing.

Me and my bowl!

Red mango to celebrate our first completed class together.

 

My bowl.

Shea's bowl. I think his turned out so cool. It has so much character.