Starting about this time last year, I made two large pots which took me to challenges I had not faced before and about 35 tiny fold-up pots that taught me the humility of the artisan; the painstaking work of controlling objects smaller than you and the muscle-building work of attacking a pot bigger than your arm.
I wanted to slow down production, to make everything count. Instead, I had to turn my back on ceramic for most of the time. I allowed that to happen.
For next year, I have a challenge that has to be faced: a mural inspired by the cobbled sidewalks of Lisbon. I am back on the blog, this time monthly, to chart the progress of the plan.
First up: buy enough clay to finish the job.
