All jokes aside, I have experienced each of these moments; and enjoyed every one of them. Forks and toothbrushes are my favorite tools for scoring and applying slip. I respect the Kiln Gods, still laugh when pulling handles, and regret nothing. I love, yet find fault in almost everything I make. I've tasted clay before, and have gotten it in my shoes. What's more, I have loved clay (and fire) ever since I began, and have not looked back.
1. Commandeering and collecting random objects as ceramic tools.
Giphy2. Time honored respect and use of "Kiln Gods" to protect our work during the firing.
Giphy3. Still giggling everytime someone pulls a handle. We all know why.
Giphy4. Knowing glazes smell horrible, but sniffing them anyway.
Giphy5. Knowing the pieces are not entirely cooled from the firing, but still touching them regardless. Worth it.
Giphy6. The urge to smash flawed pieces.
Giphy7. Or oppositely, the overattachment to every single piece because a bit of your soul is in each and every one. Even if it's ugly and you hate it, it's your child.
Giphy8. Eat the clay. We all know someone, or are that someone whose done it at least once.
Giphy9. Squish the clay.
Giphy10. Forgetting what being clean is like, and constantly looking like a grave robber.
Giphy11. Needing lotion constantly. All day, everyday.
Giphy12. Being excited about a new clay or glaze, and showing it to literally everyone you know.
Giphy13. Developing a certain... appreciation of fire.
Giphy14. And finally... Endless puns and Ghost references.
GiphySo, are you involved in pottery or ceramics? If so, what other... unique qualities have you developed thus far, and how has that affected how you view the craft?