Pottery

I am taking pottery wheel classes. I wanted to learn some kind of craft this summer. My first class was about a week ago, theres three other girls in my home room. Mr. Kenneth is my teacher, he's a round,happy,nice man, who seemed easygoing and satisfied with his art job. It's interesting how much time and effort you must put into preparing this log of clay, before putting one on the pottery wheels. He demonstrated making a coffee cup, he wedged it, then built it up like a cone, then pushes it down to examine for air bubbles, also to center the clay. It looks easy, but I was proved wrong, when he allowed us to have thirty minutes to mess up the balls of mud. It's a struggle to shape a piece of clay, because of the sensitivity, if your finger pushes a bit to much the whole side will come plunging down. I like to glance at the older community of students, they have more experience than me; maybe I can get some tips. Right now I'm just enduring the stage of messing up my abused ball of mud. I observe my teacher Mr. Kenneth while I'm still clasping the idea of how pottery works. I'm trying to channel my most artistic-ness and put all of it to use. I messed up on my first three clay models, it's very tiresome watching my misshapen mug or really what ever it was, fall down over and over. All though watching Mr. Kenneth construct a coffee cup or bowl must be infectious, because right after wards I wanted to jump on a pottery wheel and create an attractive coffee cup myself. It's hard, but a delightful, I love the whole Water Works atmosphere.