Then I squeezed it with both hands.
It rose! ..Then swooshed off .. •_•
2. I smacked it again..
Firm hands embraced it. It rose...
Then a wobbled flop.. •`•`
.....Several days later..
3. My caressing hands
embraced the smooth silkiness
of my first clay pot.
*...or learning how to throw a pot on the wheel.
ps: Yes, I did have a ball of clay swoosh off the wheel after I smacked
it down and then tried to center it.
|foam coil pot|
(I'm not an active potter.
It's something I enjoy doing at times though.)
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