All week I'd been doodling this turtle made mostly of holes (obsess much about the circle doodle?) and this weekend I finally got around to making it.
A. wandered into the pot shop and I eagerly asked, five-year-old-style, "do you like my turtle?"
A. said, "what is it for?"
This threw me for a loop. To be honest, I was hoping for a simple yes or no, maybe a comment about whether the thing needed eyeballs. Last week A. had saved me from leaving my mask for "done" by commenting on how the chin and lips were a little off kilter. Sure enough, the face was more realistic (and less snide looking) after I'd fixed that.
Truth is, I don't know exaaaactly what the turtle is for. But I know it's for something, because I created the bottom to be a bowl:
So there I was, hesitating, with A. laughing kindly at me with his eyes when he said, "If ya don't know, tell'm it's Art".
I'm thinking my turtle is pretty far from high art, but I had a hell of a fun time making it. So much fun that I decided to make a pig afterwards:
I'm not sure what came over me. I don't normally really go in for ceramic animals. But don't worry, I made some breakfast bowls as well, and I have all kinds of glorious functionalist plans. So that when A. shows up and says "what is it?" I can say (no matter how big the bowl) "a ramen bowl," and he will simply nod in satisfaction.