Friendly Cup 1
This cup was thrown on the wheel on a day that I just felt like throwing on the wheel, letting the clay guide me in a very loose, intuitive, and free-love-woo-woo kinda way. If you saw me throwing this cup, you might’ve thought to yourself, “Why is this man doing something so lacking in gravitas and seriousness on this Thursday afternoon? Who does he think he is having such a pleasurable time? Does he have nothing more important to do?” And in all honesty, in that moment, no, nothing was more important to me than this cup.
This cup was thrown on the wheel on a day that I just felt like throwing on the wheel, letting the clay guide me in a very loose, intuitive, and free-love-woo-woo kinda way. If you saw me throwing this cup, you might’ve thought to yourself, “Why is this man doing something so lacking in gravitas and seriousness on this Thursday afternoon? Who does he think he is having such a pleasurable time? Does he have nothing more important to do?” And in all honesty, in that moment, no, nothing was more important to me than this cup.
This cup was thrown on the wheel on a day that I just felt like throwing on the wheel, letting the clay guide me in a very loose, intuitive, and free-love-woo-woo kinda way. If you saw me throwing this cup, you might’ve thought to yourself, “Why is this man doing something so lacking in gravitas and seriousness on this Thursday afternoon? Who does he think he is having such a pleasurable time? Does he have nothing more important to do?” And in all honesty, in that moment, no, nothing was more important to me than this cup.