The End Of An Era
Since about 1994 or thereabout I have had a love affair with clay, and sometimes the clay even loved me back ie. it cooperated with me. Clay is weird that way and I'm sure it can feel your mood and act accordingly. I know that sounds really weird but I truly believed it. There were days when I could produce the most beautiful pieces, large pots perfectly round and thin, and other days even trying to throw a mug was a challenge. Of course that usually happened when I had an order for two dozen mugs or something stupid like that and I was stressed about it.
About 5 years ago I stopped potting for a number of reasons. The most important one was when my mom became ill and required a lot of my time which I gave happily and secondly my own body stopped cooperating with the very physical aspect of potting. Of course I kept thinking I'd go back to it eventually, that my body would heal itself, that heck, I'd grow younger instead of older. Sadly that's really not the case is it, one can't stop time and bodies don't suddenly become younger. So, my beautiful studio in the wonderful calming Haliburton Highlands has sat empty collecting dust for the last few years. Whenever we go to the cabin I would unlock the studio, open all the windows to air it out, look longingly at the wheel and then leave.
Looking down at the forlorn studio from the main cabin.
With heavy heart I sold the entire contents of the studio a week ago. Wheel, kiln, extruder and various other bits and pieces that I've collected and that a new potter will find helpful. Thanks to word of mouth in that small community a new potter came along and bought the whole kit and kaboodle. I wish her well and hope that her love of clay will transform into some lovely work.
The second thing that is breaking my hear is that we have listed our cabin in the woods for sale. We have owned this hideaway for over 20 years and it has always been a place of refuge for me. Once when my husband had to be in Greece for 6 months, I spent 5 of those at the cabin by myself. I loved every second of that time. I read, I knit and I made a lot of pots. I had the studio to keep me occupied and I had people troop through every weekend buying my wares. Now not only is the pottery stuff being sold but also the cabin.
It's just too much for my heart to handle right now...
About 5 years ago I stopped potting for a number of reasons. The most important one was when my mom became ill and required a lot of my time which I gave happily and secondly my own body stopped cooperating with the very physical aspect of potting. Of course I kept thinking I'd go back to it eventually, that my body would heal itself, that heck, I'd grow younger instead of older. Sadly that's really not the case is it, one can't stop time and bodies don't suddenly become younger. So, my beautiful studio in the wonderful calming Haliburton Highlands has sat empty collecting dust for the last few years. Whenever we go to the cabin I would unlock the studio, open all the windows to air it out, look longingly at the wheel and then leave.
Looking down at the forlorn studio from the main cabin.
With heavy heart I sold the entire contents of the studio a week ago. Wheel, kiln, extruder and various other bits and pieces that I've collected and that a new potter will find helpful. Thanks to word of mouth in that small community a new potter came along and bought the whole kit and kaboodle. I wish her well and hope that her love of clay will transform into some lovely work.
The second thing that is breaking my hear is that we have listed our cabin in the woods for sale. We have owned this hideaway for over 20 years and it has always been a place of refuge for me. Once when my husband had to be in Greece for 6 months, I spent 5 of those at the cabin by myself. I loved every second of that time. I read, I knit and I made a lot of pots. I had the studio to keep me occupied and I had people troop through every weekend buying my wares. Now not only is the pottery stuff being sold but also the cabin.
It's just too much for my heart to handle right now...
posted by Rositta @ Monday, July 09, 2012
4 Comments:
oh how beautiful! i felt that way when we sold the home in podunk but it was time and we knew it. i am so thankful that i don't have to deal with it now. wishing you the best honey...
smiles, bee
xoxoxoxoox
I'm so sorry to hear this. Maybe a different kind of wheel will speak to you?
Yes maybe a spinning wheel. I've been researching but don't know which brand to buy. Thanks for visiting.
What a beautiful place, Rositta. I just happened by to see you've written. It's nice to see you still around on here.
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