This is probably going to be the last post show casing ‘stuff I’ve made’ over the last 7 years. Not to say that there isn’t additional ‘stuff’, just that it doesn’t really warrant a post.
That said, the kids probably deserve a mention, but making them wasn’t really a process I could control and the jury is still out with regards to the finished product. True, they are great WIPs, but until they get arrested or elected (or anything in between) (elected and then arrested?) I guess I shouldn’t brag too much… also, all credit to dad, extended family, school, etc… the boys are a group project and are, inevitably, masters of their own destiny. Many moons ago I was the oven and they were the buns, but, if they end up in prison, I want it made clear that it wasn’t my fault. I digress.
Pictured below are four bowls I made during a pottery course at York College, details of which can be found here. It was a great evening course for adult learners, which allowed full access to all the college facilities with no fixed agenda, we were free to do whatever we wanted under our own steam.
I love these bowls, chips and all. My kids enjoy eating yoghurt from the smaller ones, I use the largest for soups, salads and the odd take-away. I love the fact they get used and the way that use has chipped the rims like war wounds, scars obtained through acts of consumption. Although I’ll be sad when it happens, they probably will break at some point and then they’ll line the bottom of a plant pot. This just makes them all the more appreciated at the moment, their time with us is unpredictably brief, or not, who knows.
45 Ginger Biscuits 