Getting grounded

Who doesn't love pottery? Seriously, tell me who they are so that I can avoid them. Mugs, bowls, pitchers, trays, pots, sculptures, mother fucking spoon rests... I love it all. Correction - I love some of it all. I love looking at it, making it, and most of all, using it on a daily basis.

Pottery grounds me. Playing with clay I forget much else. It's a lot like gardening. Getting dirty with actual dirt (and clay). Nurturing, coaxing, whispering sweet nothings to a little life form that will please you or feed you. 

Perfection need not apply. 

Here are a votive holder and salt pig I made last year when my pottery studio (AKA local high school art room) had the following glaze colors: light brown, dark brown, red wine poop, bile, dead tree, and liver spot.

If salt pigs are "in" or come "in", I'm taking all the credit.

And here are some much more professional selections from Etsy - which has a HUGE selection of affordable, awesome pottery.

one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve

The yellow mug and its matching soup bowl will be mine. Oh yes. They will be mine. Someone please come over and break one of my non-handmade mugs.