Inspiration comes and goes. Sometimes, a deadline can inspire lovely pots. Sometimes, it can inspire frustration. With my latest deadline - 75 two-piece foot-soaking bowls by the end of June - I seem to have created many opportunities to curse my circumstances while setting up my workshop and attempting to get into any kind of rhythm. Broken foot pedals, inoperative jigsaws, a malfunctioning pickup truck, two S-cracks, misplaced tools, broken down lawnmower....
I've got 14 bowls so far, 16 if you count the two that cracked. Part of my frustration is that I've had to set up a workspace in a building that I've been planning to renovate for years but haven't found the time. I built a tool shed so I could empty this space of my huge collection of boxes containing a mishmash of electrical, plumbing, construction and pottery related items and all those other things that I just can't seem to get rid of.
Yesterday, I was working on two wheels, finally getting into a rhythm, when my Laguna wheel spit out one of its rubber belts.
"Unbelievable," I thought to myself. "I'll have to order some more of those." And I just kept on throwing.
I'm feeling a shift in the tide. Things are flowing more freely from here on out.