That being said, my project has been coming along fairly well so far. I sat down to throw for exactly an hour today and managed to throw 12 mug/bowl/teacup items. It's an interesting experience to sit down and try to throw as much as you can in as little time as possible... it takes all of the "creative art" aspect out, and makes it more of a production line until they all get attached together again into something that is more interesting than a mug thrown in 4 minutes.
Right now the goal is a cube of pots. so far I have about two layers high and the base is roughly 17x17 inches. I'm definitely kicking myself for deciding to do something so time consuming... again. This is what it looks like so far:
I think they look pretty cool even just 2 layers high. I also started thinking about a potential next project. I threw a new shape and fell in love. It's simple but I think it would make a really nice backdrop to interesting glaze/wash techniques. We shall see.
I've also fallen madly in love with a man named Charlie. He's mostly red with a little blue and a SPOT:
He's my new betta fish and I think he's beautiful. I've never seen one with a spot before. I often find myself just staring at him even though he usually tries to attack me through his tank. Which leads me to a recurring dream I have. It's not always beta fish but I have a similar dream every couple of months about fish. They're always in a puddle that is drying up or they fell out of a tank or a similar dire situation. In the dream I always have a cup or something small that I'm trying to scoop them back into, but there are always more fish or my cup tips over, etc. It's a pretty clear metaphor for feeling like your life is out of control and no matter how much you try to fix everything, there are always additional problems. I'm just not sure why it always manifests itself in my mind as trying to save fish...
A visual memory that has stuck with me is one with my dad. I haven't seen him in about 8 years now (the phrase "extenuating circumstances" doesn't even begin to describe it) but when I was little I was a total "daddy's girl". My dad was the stay-at-home parent and I wanted to help with everything he was doing. The visual memory that probably sticks with me the most is the time we got a huge amount of mulch in the back of our old pick-up truck and my dad was trying to spread it all around our gardens. To help him, I would fill up one bucket from the back of the truck while he was off distributing the other bucket. After a while I got tired of walking around in the mulch, so I just sat down in it and started burying my legs like I was at the beach. I thought it was fun (even though it smelled weird) but my mom wasn't too pleased that I was absolutely covered in mulch. Either way, sitting in mulch in a pick-up is one of those strange visuals that has stuck with me since I was little.
That is all for now. Hopefully I wont go crazy trying to throw enough mugs to make an entire cube.