Blue jeans with finger marks from throwing pots


I’ve started a pottery class to get back into throwing and glazing pots.
 I did some hand building at school and some throwing at Uni, so it had been a while, to say the least.

I wanted to get back into this again since it’s such a tactile medium, both during the making process and when experiencing the end product. I had forgotten how physically hard and incredibly rewarding this can be.

There’s something so visceral about aiming towards an end goal, but not quite thinking about the pots as I throw them. It’s hypnotic. It’s also surprisingly expressive – a human being making a mark in the world, but each mark, each gesture, each decision is recorded on the clay over time: you can still see the marks from my fingers as the pot passes them by.