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What I discovered was that I really enjoyed the process of creating with my hands. And that I can actually throw things on the wheel that turn out halfway decent, and useful to boot.
But it's a messy process. I am sitting looking at the splotches of dried clay that look like pink blood spatter on my clothes, despite the smock I wear when I'm at the wheel. When I throw, I embrace the mess, accepting of the fact that sometimes I'll get a centered, proportional cup or bowl and sometimes I'll get a plop of overly wet clay that needs to be scraped off the wheel and reclaimed.
Ceramics is the one time in my week where I can let go of expectations and create without the need to be 'perfect' or 'right.' And given my perfectionism and compulsive drive, this is a healthy thing.
I think it's important to make a mess.
I think it's important to fully engage in a process without chaining yourself to the outcome.
I think it's important to laugh at your own mistakes, scrape them from the wheel, and start all over again.