I have a difficulty seeing my pots – this is often because I am comparing what I meant to do with what I have done (the pot in my head is always better). Sometimes it is hard for me to see my pots because I have spent too much time with them. A little time away from them, helps me gain a bit of perspective. And sometimes it is hard to see my pots because I only know them from the studio or in the sales booth. When I see them in the context of domesticity, they seem different to me – more themselves.
I have an amazing group of friends – who also happen to love pottery. My friends have a lot of pottery that I made; but, I cringe when I see pots from a few years ago. I compare these pots to middle school pictures of myself – when I made them, they were my best work; but, I wish I could convince my friends to trade them in for new, improved pots.
So when we got together in June for a long weekend, I saw a lot of the pottery that one of my good friends has been accumulating (usually on the pretext of giving as gifts – but is seems the gifts are often to herself!). I was honored that she uses the pottery and pleased by the pots themselves. I was also glad that I didn’t cringe.