When you take a pot off the wheel it's still damp and soft, it has a certain fragile, fluid quality. There's something about that fresh state which just looks right.
The problem with pots is that you always feel like you're trying to get back to that earlier moment, to hold onto that life... but it just can't happen. The whole process of firing and glazing just sucks that life right out of the pot.
Throwing pots seems like a constant struggle, a battle of adjustments and discoveries, that is endless. It's a series of tiny steps, each taking you a little closer and a little further away as new challenges appear.
But it's such a satisfying journey, there might be problems with pots, but that first moment when you take it off the wheel - that's what it's all about - even if you can't hold onto it!