I started this blog as a blog about my chickens. We moved in May and left the chickens behind. It was a sad thing; I miss my ladies every day. I traded my chickens for a studio. The biggest selling point for our new home was an amazing studio. I went from an 8x8 foot shoebox to a 30x20 foot work room.
In the beginning of October I was asked to sell my pottery in a boutique. I was terrified. Should I?? I didn’t feel ready. It was a dream I have had for years, but was the timing right? I stewed, I pondered, I stressed, I agonized. I was still turning the idea over in my mind when I went to visit Cristy. I sat by a lady on the plane who has become my best customer. She was so complimentive. She loved bowls with carvings (I thought I was alone), she loved bright colored bowls, she loved leaves, and poka dots, and pots with faces. She loved braided handles and platters with carvings. Was it a sign? Was she just being nice? I didn’t know. I was skeptical.
When I returned home she called me and made a sizable order. I was humbled I was excited. She wanted me to teach her 18-year-old son who serves as a TA in the ceramic classes at Davis High. I wondered if I had anything new to teach him. It has since become a wonderful experience.
Was I was ready to walk naked upon the art stage? I had a dream the week before the show that I was swimming in the ocean with Toby and Jered. They had an inflatable inner tube. I was treading water. They yelled at me to look backwards and there loomed a 90-foot wave, three feet from where I was treading water. They were safe, I knew that, but I was in deep trouble. I knew I had to hold my breath until the wave passed. It was terrifying. The dream stayed with me for weeks.
I agreed to do my first sell with only five weeks to spare. I explained to Toby what this would mean he willingly agreed to support me. My family ate a lot of Little Caesar Pizza. I worked harder than I ever had in my life. I threw, trimmed, glazed, and wedged. I worked ceaselessly every chance I got and late into the night most nights.
The day of the show came. My wonderful family came and supported me. It was more than I could have dreamed. Although traffic was light, I still sold a lot of bowls. When the day was done, I was happy and yet a little sad, I couldn’t place my feelings. Immediately I came home and started working on a second show 3 weeks hence with Thanksgiving in the middle. Again, I had great success and sold every bowl I brought (except some bright, happy bowls which will have to wait for spring) every platter, tortilla warmer, and pot. Toby asked me how it went and again I was elated and a little sad. WHY?!? It didn’t make sense. It took me awhile - 12 months of my pottery life was gone. My bowls are my friends, they have replaced my ladies. They are mostly one-of-a-kind. I am not a fast potter. I labor and stew over each bowl and piece. They are a little part of me. I breathed life into clay and make it functional. I loved to go down to my studio and just look around. Now, there are only empty shelves waiting to be filled. I received many orders from the second show and spent all of December making more platters and bowls. I told Toby I was going to write a book called, “The Inconvenient Dream”.
I’m looking ahead to 2013. I don’t know where pottery will take me. Will I do more shows? Will I just make things for people I love and special orders? I don’t know. I haven’t decided. I learned a lot this fall. It was an experience I will never forget. I have miles to go to before I become the potter I would like to be but thank you for all your support these past couple of months. It has been an amazing ride!