Sunday 20 July 2014

The First Mug

When I started to learn how to throw on the wheel, I was very anxious about destroying the small something I just made. Every single creation was so precious to me that at one point I had to stop throwing. I was afraid that if the wheel turned just one more time, and if I tried to pull the cup a little bit higher, I would destroy it. The idea of my first works ruined horrified me. I loved all my pots! I wanted to keep them all.

The result of this fear was that my beginner’s pots were mostly very heavy. The walls were thick and the bottom of the pots seemed to be filled with lead. But I loved them and I kept them all.

When I started to improve in throwing, I became very critical about my work. I remember that at one point I said to myself: ”Hey, you have enough clay to pull this vase higher!” The fear of destroying the pots was replaced with the obsession for thin and light pots.

Most of my beginner’s work is now in Croatia at my parents’ place. My mother wanted them all and she still proudly shows them to everyone who visits. (Note: Your mother will always love everything you make.) At first I was so ashamed seeing that entire typical beginner’s work every time I visit. Nowadays I like to observe the progress of my throwing skills.

This mug is the very first piece I made when I moved to Vienna. I attended a course for beginners and wanted to skip the usual program and start throwing on the wheel. The course instructor insisted that I form something with my hands first. So this is my very first clumsy, oddly shaped mug. It is too heavy, with a handle that is too small.

I am not using this mug because it is so impractical – but I like it anyway. Also, I love the dotty glaze effect I got by mixing two ready-made glazes that were offered at the course. Finally, I love this mug because it is a remnant of my overly enthusiastic beginnings and of all the love and passion I have for clay.