I feel like this thing I'm doing, the clay thing, is a really...really..really long walk. (title drop!!!) Or a ladder. A really really tall ladder... to...where? To a place that doesn't exist. Nowhere.
Each pot, or kiln fired.. or whatever involved is a step I take in some direction, or a rung in the ladder I climb. One pot leads to the next. I can't really take any short cuts either. Getting to what I think is the end can't happen by skipping any steps.
I can't be good at glazing without messing up a lot of pots learning how to glaze.
....Or I can't become a good thrower without flopping cylinder after cylinder.
I can't get to step 5, without first going through steps 1, 2, 3 and 4.
I asked some friends today what it would be like to be in a room and see every pot or sculpture they've ever made in sequential order. Can you imagine? Maybe you've made thousands! ... Imagine the way you'd see the newest pot you've made at the end of that line and compare it some other pot, being able to touch it and hold it and see it up close. Hmm.. crazy I think.
So I'll keep on walking around I think. I'm glad I'm headed in a direction. Any direction is better than no direction.
