This was my first experience with drawing on the surface of a pot treated with terra sig. I was nervous. One slip (haha) and I’d have to abandon this whole idea. So, uncharacteristically, I went slowly. I am not a patient person, even with all the years of practice I have had at trying that take your time business. I want it now. Of course, I’ve learned that my adhd and dyslexia has played a large part in this wonderful personality trait. But, as I have gone on in my addled life, I have come to not only appreciate my little self, I actually prefer myself the way I am, instead of wondering when I am going to grow up.
I’ve had these kinds of conversations with other people, like customers, friends, (not family, not yet) people at parties, and it turns out that I am not alone. Well, sheesh…who knew. Think of all the time and effort wasted in growing up and becoming responsible.
Oh, and I am responsible and reliable to the extreme, and I am still super silly. Seriously silly, actually. My children are still not sure about this.
Anyway, I did it. I was calm. I focused on the task at hand. When my mind wandered (as rapidly as I would bring my attention to my pot, sproing, my mind would shoot off somewhere else. I know you know what I mean) then I would bring myself back into the studio and sit me down and remember what my fingers were doing. And it turned out I liked that. The focusing, the returning, the result.
So the other day I was practicing that slow and deliberate atention to wrapping up a pot for a customer and I began to enjoy doing it. I stopped worrying about getting the job done faster, or better, or getting back to my other work.
This is all obvious and apparent to me as I write this. I have been practicing that and reading and writing about this for years. But it wasn’t until I worked on this little pot that I knew it in my bones.