About two years ago, I signed up for my first ceramics class. I had stifled a yearning to play with clay for years, and finally embraced it. So I have taken continuous classes at the local museum, taking the summers off, but otherwise making lots of useful things.
I still suck at it, frankly. It’s a good feeling, this lack of control. I suppose I am getting “better,” but just barely. Frankly, I like my wobbly cups and bowls.
At 12.5″ high, 11″ wide at the top, it holds a bit more than three gallons. It’s coiled, not thrown. Cone 6. And: it’s currently making its first batch of wonderful fermented magic (a mixed veg greenhouse clean-out: cabbage, chard stems, escarole, carrots, kohlrabi, green onions and herbs…and from basement storage, onions and garlic).
Anyway, it’s fun! Learn from my experience: Even if you’re afraid of producing things not up to your own personal high standards of craft and capital-A Art, you should go out and try, whatever it is. You might just surprise yourself, producing usable things beyond any price. And that, my friends, is beauty.