Friday, 11 October 2013

Back To The Wheel

Bowl, wheel-thrown yellow stoneware, 8 cm in height, 19 cm in diameter.

Last few months I terribly neglected my potter’s wheel. Although I was very productive in making new plaster moulds, slip casting and developing new forms. So yesterday, I decided to take a seat in front of my wheel again and do some good old fashioned wheel throwing. Luckily I was in the right mood for it: not to happy, not to sad and not to excited, just melancholically joyful.

There is something meditative in the process of throwing: your eyes are attached to the rotating clay on the wheel. At a certain point you are becoming one with the growing pot. You take a deep breath and exhale slowly as you bend the clay between your finger joints. Or you don’t breathe at all. Even your heart beats slower. Your mind is actually free from all thoughts. At the same time you are not lost in some kind of nirvana. Quite the contrary: you are very present and aware of your body, your feelings and the clay in front of you. At the end of the throwing session you feel more centred and peaceful. Not only that you went through some mental hygiene process here, but you have created something with your hands. Something you can see, touch and maybe use one day. Now that you know all this, don’t you think that your Bircher muesli will taste much much better, if you eat it from the bowl that you have made with your own hands?