Pottery

Invited by a Friend to try our hands at the wheel, we take our turns. Hard clay centred, secured. The first shaping progresses slowly while the wheel spins.

My Girl at the wheel with our Friend

Instructions pass from mouth to hands, hands which resist remembering. Cool clay wet with drops released from above begins to yield to the pressure of hands and the unrelenting spinning force.

My Girl shaping the clay

My Girl's friend forming the candle holder while our Friend drips water from above.

"You have only one hand in pottery", she tells us. "One hand guides, the other does the work." That is foreign to these hands. They are unaccustomed to such an arrangement. While they are familiar with cooperation, coordination, this unity is something new.

Pressing in my thumbs to form the bowl.
We hope to receive the kiln-fired creations when we see our Friend again in September. It's a time for waiting with anticipation!

Thank you, dear Friend, for this experience in creation.