oh man i tell you the clay was as if putty in my hands. so to speak.  we did the wheel last night.
   at first when she sat down and starting giving the lesson, she asked us if she was making it look easy.  i didn't think so, i thought it looked so very hard.  not, impossible, just beyond my abilities. and then we sat down.  and in fact at first it was beyond me. but that's what learning is for, right?  it was fun though, loads of fun. the clay is so pliable and fun, on the wheel, it moulds itself to your will, as long as your will wants to do the same thing as the clay
   It was so cool, about half way through the class, stuff started to work.  I don't know what it was exactly, perhaps i started to learn how to listen to the clay, like the sweet teacher last week tried to teach me.  Perhaps i just remembered what it meant to have a soft touch.   i'm not saying that i was a star, i'm not even saying i was a natural but i am saying that when stuff started to work i got very happy.
   the teacher had told us to expect some success this class but in an effort to learn not to become too attached to our pieces, we should cut each one in half as we finish it in order to determine if our widths and etc were ok.  so i did this to the first few that i made.  then...then...i made one i just adored. it was perfection. it was shaped so nicely  the teacher saw it, liked it and said i could keep it. so i did.  wonderful.  truly.

   having little success sure makes an experience more enjoyable, ya know?  the teacher tells us that everyone has a crash point where the clay just stops working for them and i believe this is going to happen but until that point, i really want it to keep working. please.

   it's hot. you know. very hot.
but that's ok.

short one tonight. i'm going to go and read in bed. naked. with a fan on.