Amy in the Cocorico Bee asked for blocks with an art studio theme for June.
Back before I quilted and before I knit, I was a potter. In fact, I spent a good 16 years making pots. I worked in a photo/wood/ceramics craft studio and I'd use the space after hours to throw to my heart's content. I sold pottery at a few craft fairs and I taught some wheel throwing classes. When I didn't teach or work in a studio, I took classes just to have access to a wheel and to glean any bits of knowledge that I could from the teacher. I can't say that my skills grew very much that way. But, it didn't matter to me. I didn't need to make the biggest piece or fancy vase. All I ever wanted to make was the perfect shaped bowl. The amount of bowls I've thrown over the years is astronomical. I was always searching for the perfect curve, just the right thickness, a good feel in two hands, and a strong earthiness while still being lifted and light. I've gotten really close a few times, but I would still like to sit at a wheel to have a crack at it. I still have a few pieces left. Ones that weren't given away and didn't get broken. But I miss throwing. And as dusty and muddy and dirty pottery studios are, I miss the smell of it. There is something very calming about physically centering a piece of clay that somehow centers the soul, too. There is also something to making a big mess with a chunk of mud from the earth and then firing it until it glistens.
Anyway, this block here is a representation of the pottery studio I used in my first year of college. It was a long, narrow room with all of the wheels lined up along the wall and facing out over a big bank of windows. I would stare at the beautiful trees on campus and the lake and the arboretum beyond. I would be in there at all sorts of odd hours because I prefer to throw when no one else is around. At the time I was super shy about showing any of the things I made (that probably sounds hard to believe now). Anyway, it is still my favorite studio I've ever worked in. I hope you like the block, Amy.