My shoulders hurt. I've been wedging and throwing big and small pots the past few days, trying to leave a kiln-load of wet pots drying while we're away next week. I think it's more or less done, with trimming remaining on about 45 small teabowls for a tea ceremony show at the Cotuit Arts Center in May.
I wanted to show Alex how 15-pound pots are thrown pretty much the same way her one-pound cylinders are thrown. So I ended up with a half-dozen good-size jars, which ought to fill the top of the kiln. And Alex, after one big demonstration pot, said, "You don't want me to throw one that big now ... do you?"
So I'll cut some feet on the small teabowls later tonight, set things aside so that they're out of Alex's way when she comes in to work next week, and Monday morning we'll be off to the island of Vieques, off the main island of Puerto Rico. Sun and sand and palm trees and mangoes and rum. Or some combination of all that.
Have a good week, all.
Photos: Big jars, small teabowls and cups, shallow bowls of rough clay.