Last semester at Marywood, I took a Basic Ceramics class. I was pretty nervous because I never took a ceramics class in high school and I had never worked with 3D material. I wish I could say that I ended up being such a natural that I scoffed at myself for ever being nervous about it. My nervousness was actually warranted because I was terrible at it. When I was faced with our first assignment of making 6 pinch pots, I had already cracked. I was in tears in the ceramics studio at 9 pm wondering why my pinch pots looked like pinch pots from the dead. I finally fought my way through that assignment and others before I found what I really loved, which was throwing on the wheel. I was on the wheel every chance I got, especially at night when my mind was so bogged down by homework and studying. I could go to the studio and release it all into the clay. Needless to say, making pottery really grew on me.
I went for almost half of this summer feeling extremely uninspired to make art and I just couldn’t figure out why. I had planned to develop my painting skills, but I just couldn’t manage to find a subject or the motivation to pick up the paintbrush. This really upset me because I thought, I’m an artist, I should want to make art.
As it turns out, I did want to make art, I just didn’t want to make paintings. I realized how much I missed working with clay and I looked up local ceramics studios. I had my mind set on a particular studio, but like most things, it didn’t go as planned. I sought out a couple more studios before finding the right one.
My first day at the new studio is one of the hardest first days I’ve ever had. Everything felt so different than what I was used to. At Marywood, I was able to go into the studio whenever I felt like it because the building is accessible 24 hours. At the latest, the new studio is open until 4. This makes it hard to make it now that I’m working almost 30 hours a week at the frame shop, but I’m trying my best. I’m also used to using 3 different wheels at once. I would throw a pot and let it harden a little while moving to the next wheel and throwing another pot. I can’t do that at the new studio.
Despite some of the learning curves that I face at the new studio, I know I’m happier and more inspired than I would have been without it. As much as I told myself I wanted to paint, all I really wanted to do was make pottery. I’m trying new things that I’ve never done and getting advice from brand new people, which I think is a great way to grow as an artist. I can also make an awesome pinch pot now.