It's sad that pottery is over, not just because I always have more ideas of fun objects to make, but because it's like the end of a chapter in my life. A chapter that I'm clearly pleased is closing but this is the one area that I'll miss. I'm going to be hunting for a studio back in Cumberland County where I can play with clay.
Taking pottery classes was one of the best decisions I've ever made. It's probably my recreation therapy training coming out here but I can honestly say that taking the classes was like medicine for my mental health. It kept me focused on something other than the long wait. In fact, when I was signed up for a class, I was okay with not getting the call during those 8 weeks as doing so would've interrupted my pottery.
I spent a lot of time between classes looking up ideas, watching how-to videos, and dreaming of glaze combinations. Having a weekly commitment outside of the hospital was also a huge bonus. I could talk to people about non-medical topics, it didn't feel like all the small talk I did was medically focused. Whereas at physio, all everyone talked about was their health or someone elses health. That's fine for a few minutes but gets old for me pretty quickly. Lastly, working with the clay probably also helped my somewhat physically.
I'm so thankful I convinced Amy to go to a drop in class with me when she first visited a year and half ago when I completely fell in love with it. There is something about getting your hands dirty and being creative that is incredibly therapeutic. Hurry for recreation as therapy!
|The bowl is red for now but post-kiln it should be yellow!|
|My garlic press vase, post-kiln the green will turn clear and it should be red underneath. *fingers crossed*|