I recently found myself whining to my ceramics teacher that I was scared. Once you get that pot to a certain height on the wheel one false move and London Bridge is falling down. She acted like I was being silly. “There’s nothing to be afraid of”, and I further whined that she makes it look so easy. I suddenly realized that I sounded just like my students, and I, like her. What a humbling experience it is to be a student, I must say.
I quickly learned who to buddy up to in the class. That would be the advanced students. (The class is a combination of levels. ) They are REAL helpful. Last Friday, when my teacher sat in amusement watching me wrestle an 8 pound wad of clay, I called Carlos over, an expert potter, and asked his advice. Before you knew it he was sitting there, arm deep into my pot and creating a magnificent urn. The teacher knows who did what, but I don’t care about a grade. I want the urn. Okay, I made the lid, and I will glaze it, so cut me some slack. Sooner or later, I am going to have some pots to paint in a still life. With a little help from my new best friend.