Going to go search in "my pictures" for something to plop into my blog.
You need some pottery to look at, I'm a thinkin'...
This piece, the only bust I've ever done, was completed in my first year of return to college. My son was about this age at the time. Unfortunately, there's this big crack in the clay on the forehead, which was obvious. But I kept it around for a while, since the emotional attachment was pretty high. Now it's gracing some landfill somewhere. I am sorry I didn't take a hammer to it, always wondering about the permanence of my work that is less than the intended almost-perfection. Like how archeologists will think of our culture with so many bad pots out there!
for the next 30 years or so. I finally rescued it. By that time I'd sent many pieces that I thought were much prettier to them. When I visited however, I was unhappily surprised that there weren't any in evidence, except the doorstop.
Though this plate was made (and dated) in 1981, I eat off of it almsot daily. It's porcelain, and the blue blobs were pieces of lace infused with cobalt, and I have no idea what the glaze was. It's one of a kind, and feels really good to handle.
Do you have favorite pieces that you live with also?