Late last year I took a pottery course at North Sydney Community Centre but when I tried to reenrol this year, I was told that the course was full. At a loose end, I decided to take a three-session Saturday course in Mosman. At North Sydney they let us do whatever we like, with a potter on hand to give advice. At Mosman it was back to kindergarten; we made pinch pots and slab platters. The third and final session (last Saturday) was devoted to glazing.
The choice of glazes available were limited and almost none to my liking. Oh well, I thought, let’s try something different.
The tutor almost had a heart attack on seeing my choices. This she told me yesterday, when I turned up after the final firing. She of the white, clear, pastel school. She said she almost fainted when I picked up the Hot Orange to go with the Rockingham Brown. She was overwhelmed when she saw me paint the ‘lovely soap dishes’ with a Pewter glaze, even though I’d told her that they were ink dishes for Chinese calligraphy.
She did try to be encouraging and enthusiastic. She thought that ‘gay guys’ would go wild over my spoons; they are so phallic. She thought my pieces were so ghastly that they’re beautiful. She loves them.