Pottery – RAPHAELA ANGELOU

These lovely folk are my mates, but even if they weren’t, I would still buy their wares.

First we have Lover and Dreamer, which sells candles and resin-ware. Natasha’s candles are made from soy, and gorgeous in both aroma and colour. Her resin products are exquisite; much experimentation, love and time has gone into her products!

Next we have Jan Wallace pottery. I met this dear lady when she donated three ceramic birds to sit atop a cake for my friend’s wake, and have loved her ever since. She has many pieces for sale in her Etsy shop, including these beauties.

Last but certainly not least, we have Science Sayz. The incomparable David Everett started this business, spurred on by modern medicine saving his son’s life in the most extraordinary manner (read about it here). A passionate advocate of science, he wants to spread the word about evidence-based medicine.

$1.00 from each shirt sold will go toward scientific research. These are but a few businesses that are run by splendid people, making a difference in this world. Check them out!

This was meant to be a tray, but the side on the left broke off!

When our children went to home school classes run by Casula Powerhouse, we would gather at the coffee shop. Some of the parents would seize the opportunity to do their work on laptops. Some brought their textbooks along and studied. Some would sit and chat over coffee, and some would walk by the river. One of our group organized for anyone interested to go to pottery classes whilst our kids were in classes. Brilliant! Here is what I have learnt.

It requires more focus than you first realize. You have to work the clay with your hands, deliberately and with intent.
Ladies who gather around a mound of clay talk about a wild myriad of subjects, and it feels like sharing your soul with your tribe.
Things go awry, and it’s okay. Legs wobble, bowls are misshapen, and dishes crack when fired.
It is nerve-wracking to send your baby to it’s first firing. You also learn the fine art of surrendering when you relinquish your object to the kiln after glazing. You have no idea if it shall survive. Indeed, you have no idea what colours it shall be, nor the depth of those colours.
The image of what you wish to create often differs from what is done!
Scooping up your pieces of pottery-which cracked in the kiln-you are awestruck at their beauty, and imagine what you can create with them.

Pottery is a metaphor for life. We start off with an idea of what we can create, and do our level best to make it happen. Circumstances change, people have their turn shaping the clay and there is mess. We put the rearranged piece in the kiln and hope for the best, knowing we have done all we can. We read the colour on the bottle of glaze, and try to imagine how it shall look, before spreading it on in liberal strokes. Whatever we end up with, we take pride in having created it with our own hands, however wonky it may be. Life is pretty much like that. If we wanted cookie-cutter perfection, we would have to look to mass-production, and life shouldn’t be like that.