Ceramics

Now I've realized that I've been focusing so much on my drawing class that I'm forgetting to talk about my other classes.

Ceramics is pretty fun.  The first day we learned how to wedge the clay (getting all the air bubbles out so it won't explode in the kiln) and we made little pinch pots with our fingers (none of which I kept, because let's face it, I made a better one when I was eleven and it's not cute to keep every piece of art you make anymore).  The next class we started on a coil pot, which was just stacking piles of coils on top of each other.  Mine was terrrribleeee.  I hated it.  I wanted it to look like a beehive but it just turned out terrible.

Yesterday we started making pots out of slabs of clay.  You know how some words just sound like exactly what they are?  Like, jelly.  Or fizz.  That's how I think of slab.  There's no other way to describe it than just as a big slab of clay.

So we have a slab of clay that we kind of have to twist together and make a pot, put texture on it, change the profile.  It's kind of hard to describe, but I'll take a picture next week to show it.

My professor, though, is a hoot.  She's kind of quirky and I think she thinks that she's really funny and clever, but she's just kind of zany.  She was telling us an idea she had for a party where everyone would hot glue styrofoam to their shoes so all the short people can be the same height as the tall people.
Then she said, "Yeah, but I'd probably get sued if someone tripped."

Yeah, that's the worst part of that idea.