We have a wonderful Community Arts Center and they have a clay studio that is open to members to use in a co-op capacity. After spending that last month, rearranging, test firing a kiln and other housekeeping things, I finally got to make pots. Bowls. My stock at home has been broken.
So while the children were sleeping this weekend I slipped up to the studio to start a glaze fire in the kiln and after struggling with our clay all week I finally got some bowls made.
Since the room was so warm from firing the kiln I was able to trim them the same day. Always a bonus. My favorite days as an undergraduate were those warm Kansas Spring Days when I could throw, put the pot out in the sunshine and a few hours later trim them.
My partner in clay. He comes with me whenever he can. I am teaching him everything I know. He helps load the kilns, unload the kilns, checks the cone pads, how to throw, slab build. If there is one thing I can imprint upon my children it is everything I know about clay, and while it's not that much, it's enough to get them started if they choose.