I started doing ceramics in January this year. In my mind, after nine months I’d have finished a ton of pieces and maybe even started selling some stuff and making a name for myself as an uber talented ceramic artist. (I dream big. I always do. If not, what’s the point?) But I was wrong. Way wrong. It wasn’t as easy I thought it’d be. Far from it.
Pottery — to be really good at it — takes years of practice, of learning how to cope with disasters and frustration, learning how to observe and be patient, and sometimes of learning how to accept nature’s course.
This bowl here above, that was my first finished piece in the history of Bere. I made it on the throwing wheel, and as you can see, even the simple shapes can be challenging for a beginner (look closely and you’ll see that the things about as straight as Elton John). After it was thrown, it had to dry, and then I fired it in the kiln, and then it was ready for the glaze.
Like everything else in my mind, glazing was going to be simple — merely a matter of picking a color, splash them on, and — voilà! — my first masterpiece. The bowl was going to look awesome. It was going to have these perfectly even color stripes running along it. Man, I was so excited when it was about to come out of the kiln. Hear pumping, palms sweating of excitement. And then… complete and utter disaster. It was a train wreck. Instead of a perfectly even bowl with beautiful even color stripes, I ended up with the mess above. Once again, I had been wrong. Stupid Bere. I hid it on a shelf and didn’t want to see it again.
Then a couple of days passed, and I don’t know what happened. Maybe I just brainwashed myself or perhaps it was the case of the mother and the ugly child, but when I went back to look at it again, I suddenly found it — beautiful. It’s flaws no longer looked like flaws, now they seemed like they were there for a reason, and they actually thought me something. For example, they thought me that I have to do a better job of cleaning off all the dust before glazing (that’s why it has those bubbles), or that I in some places applied way too much glazing.
The best way to learn is to fuck up every once in a while. Sometimes I forget that and try too hard to be perfect. But that, my friends, gets you nowhere. That’s my advice to all of you: get out there and fuck up.
I can’t wait to show you my next pieces. Doing ceramics has really helped me relax and focus. I really love doing it, so much that the future I imagined for myself before no longer exists. Now let’s see where ceramics will take me. So excited. Also, there are ways today that may help you find the best personal injury lawyers for your case.