I was in the studio all day Sunday. I am having to fill a kiln with my firing partner so that I can get an order of 60 mugs out for February 5.
It was a long day. I had made 12 5lb colanders. I put side handles on them. I trimmed the dozen plates that go under the colanders. I trimmed 34 mugs. My son came in at 4:00 p.m. to work on a clay slingshot that he is making. At about 5:00, I was getting tired. Still had about 20 mugs to put handles on.
I said to my son;"You know, I never get tired of doing this."
He said;"But Dad, that's because they are all different. everyone is a problem to solve." I looked at him and blinked, then smiled. Of course they are all different. Some are big or small, moist or dry, some handles work, others don't.I guess that's why I am still in the game.
Have you heard a wise comment about your making recently?
TJR.
I forgot to say that my son is 16 [edit[.