07/05/2025
How I got into pottery you wish to know?
Well it has been a journey of starting and stopping over many years. I somehow keep finding my way back ☺️
The first time I made something from clay was at the ripe age of seven. My mum had enrolled my brother and I into a one-day school holiday pottery class where we made a castle. Over the next few term breaks here and there, I attended some more, making the clown and snow house pictured. I can't say it was love at first sculpture or an instant calling, but it was something I enjoyed.
At 11 years, we saw an ad in the paper for weekend pottery classes. Me not being so sport inclined, I thought this was a better option for my weekend hobby. I went to these classes for about a year, until seeing friends on the weekend became more appealing. I loved the classes because I could choose what I wanted to make and try my hand at a variety of techniques and clays.
The next time I picked up a ball of clay was seven years later, at the age of 18. I had a renewed desire to play with clay again. At that point, I had moved to a small town a few years earlier, and there weren't many options for classes. I luckily managed to find a 6 week wheel pottery course at the local Tafe.
Then, at 23, after moving to a bigger city, I saw a sculpture I loved and thought to myself hmm I could make some version of that. So I bought myself a slab of clay and committed the next 30hrs of my time to making what I call "The Blob." From then on, I found myself inspired to keep creating and have been ever since.
A little reminder to all it's okay to have ebbs and flows, and it doesn't have to happen all at once ✨️💫
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