I was first intrigued by clay, when I was a child, and watched my Dad work on a sculpture. I liked the smooth look it had, and the way it could be molded. Fast forward to High School, where we got to do a quick coil-building lesson. I enjoyed the process, though we didn't get to keep our finished project as my High School, didn't even had a kiln. (It had a kick wheel that sat outside the Art Room, and was so weathered, that one kick wouldn't even get you a full rotation...) I got to touch clay again Freshmen year in College, with a Three-Dimensional Concepts class. Once again, we didn't get to fire and keep the projects we made... Though I did actually smuggle mine out with me, and fired it years later... I took a Sculpture class, thinking I'd get to do more clay work. I enjoyed the class overall, but sadly, no clay. I finally took a Ceramics class my Senior year of College. I had a great instructor, who was an adjunct, and also taught at a local public school. The class went from being something to pad my teaching repertoire, to an area of Art that I continue to thoroughly enjoy and focus on.
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