Since I’ve been as reliable as a cheating husband lately when it comes to blogging, I thought I’d bring you a blog FULL of pictures (which, you can admit it, is much more fun than a texty-text blog). Then, Wednesday, I’ll write for you (finally) my “The Girl Who Waited” review (hint: I loved it), and on Friday I’ll write my “The God Complex” review (after I watch it, which, as of right now, I have not). I know that 2 DW blogs in a week doesn’t really cut it for a lot of you readers, but it’s better than nothing like last week, right? Right?? I at least brought you two videos.
Ahem. Anyways. Some context. At the very beginning of my ceramics class, a couple weeks ago, I thought I was awful at it, and to be fair, I sort of was. Our first project was to make a series of pots experimenting with techniques, and the only real requirement was that one of the pots needed to be something called a “pinch pot”. It took me two hours to make said pinch pot, and it looked God-awful. See?
I added the flame detail in an attempt to make it less crap. As you can see, that failed. Disheartened, I quickly churned out a weird dinosaur foot-looking pot, which I didn’t even bother taking a picture of, it was so bad. Then I watched some ceramics videos. This is what followed.
This one unfortunately cracked because it was too thing, but it marked an important step in my ceramics career by teaching me how to roll out slabs to make pieces instead of kneading one big blob.
This one looks less cool, but the legs are what makes it a breakthrough.
Here’s where we start getting inventive. Isn’t he cute?
Then we have Ted here. Shortly after this picture was taken, his ears snapped off, but that’s ok. He’s adorable anyways.
And here we have Louis.
Random coil pot.
Peter, my crowning achievement. (front shot)
And the back.
My nose mug, which I quite like, so I really hope it doesn’t crack.
Tiny, textured shot-glass mug
Tiny shot glass thing.
Andy, my homage to my first pot. He’s actually made from two smaller pinch pots, with little added details to bring him to life.
In all… I guess I don’t suck at pottery anymore. My stuff might not be as conventional, useful, and sturdy as some, but won’t you agree that it’s much more fun this way?
