09/07/2004: "Mud Lust"
I think it's normal for those of us living in the age of consumerism to resort to buying shit when we feel like shit. I was going through my fat Dick Blick catalog (not the skinny sales one but the big one that has everything in it) and I found their section on ceramics supplies. I started looking at all the clay bodies, glazes, throwing wheels and kilns and started to have a real craving to work with clay again. I added a rather expensive wheel and kiln into my shopping cart online, then turned on the TV and (swear to god) there was a potter giving a demonstration on how to throw these huge terrocatta pots.
Watching him pull the clay up and then use a thin piece of plastic for rounding the lip, it got me all weak in the knees. I went back online, thinking it was a sign (every big purchase I've ever made has been based on getting a sign) not that I believe in fate, but it just seems like a confirmation of what I already know to be true. So, I get almost to the point of hitting the final "purchase" button before reality hits me. My house is cold and I have to sit right in front of a little space heater because I haven't been able to afford my oil heating bills, and I'm already thousands of dollars in debt on credit cards (not to mention student loans) and what in the hell was I thinking to purchase several thousand dollars worth of ceramics equipment when I have arthritic hands and have a hard time even wedging clay?
Still, I came into work this morning and my co-worker told me, first thing out of her mouth, that there was a new ceramics professor hired here at UAS and he's supposedly pretty good and maybe I should sign up for a class.
I'm just worried because once I start working in clay, the rest of the world has a habit of going away.