When I was in university, I worked primarily (well, let’s be honest – solely) in 2D materials. I took one ceramics class as an elective to give it a shot but compared to my comfort level with painting, ceramics was a real challenge. Things didn’t go where I wanted them to, the wheel hypnotized my eyes and it just wasn’t a painting (duh, Chelsea.) Regardless, it was fun to get my hands dirty.
A year or two after university, I found myself feeling a little uninspired. I wanted a challenge. I found a pottery class at my local community centre a couple years ago and pushed myself out of my comfort zone to try it out. Learning from the ground up (turns out I forgot everything I learned in ceramics at university) was a great experience. It was really a lesson in putting yourself in situations you aren’t always comfortable in, and that something really beautiful can come from a little anxiety. There is always something more to learn.
Last year I was really excited with what I ended up with having practiced a bit more, and am really excited for what’s to come this Autumn. I’m thinking wood-wick candles, rustic cheese plates, unique mugs, and lots of little drawings on everything.