Yesterday I was struggling with my "Isshi looking" sculpture at the ceramics class as I had done so many times already. His hair didn't want to look like how I wanted and his jacket cracked. .. it was somehow really frustrating to see the sculpture I had so gently worked for hours and hours literally crumble and fall into pieces.
I love to make things with my hands, whether it was drawing, painting, sculpting or cooking, baking or almost anything creative. For ten years I have been doing art studies weekly. I strated in lasten ja nuorten kuvataidekoulu ( visual arts education for kids of the ages 7-18..) at the age of seven and wnet there for ten years of which six I "specialized" in sculpting and four years of those six I only did ceramics. .. I must say, I'm quite proud of my achievements.
So I finished the kuvataidekoulu and wanted to continue doing ceramics. I entered a ceramics course for adult students. The course started in September and I had to miss the very first lesson because of the grand opening of our schools art exhibition. Next week I was finally able to start working. I was a bit surprised to see the classroom usually filled with young people and children now beeing invaded with aunties in their late fourties and fifties and only two younger women. (..I apologise calling my fellow students aunties, sorry, but I just can't call them by any other name anymore, I'm too used to that.. ) I felt myself like a little kid and even by now I'm not quite used to hear a phone ringing and someone picking up the phone saying "äiti" ( mother in Finnish.)..
While I started sculpting a human figure while the Aunties made pots and vases and all kinds of containers and dishes one after another. After a couple of lessons I noticed the Aunties had all made several works already as I was still working with my headless and armless person. Every week some of the Aunties came across the room to see my sculpture and I'm not sure if they were surprised or not but they all praised how well I had made the clay look like fabric and how natural the wrinkles in my dudes pants looked and I of course felt a little relieved and embarrassed but really happy too, so all I could do was to smile and say thank you.
Again this week one of the Aunties came to take a look at my sculpture and after a while she said something like that watching my work she had realised that great things are created slowly and carefully and that she admired my patience.
I was astonished. And happy.. because that was the very first time whe an adult, almost a complete stranger has really praised my work.. I wanted to jump around but I had to stay calm.. 'cause adults don't do things like that.
...this is all I've managed to write in.. two weeks. Yes, the text is already old but I'm still posting it... 'cause I feel like posting it.
Well, I've now finished the sculpture and I'm struggling with the glazing... Should it be blues and greens with blonde hair or red, black and brown with dark hair..? I'm puzzled.... Oh well, here he is~
now playing; P!NK masquerade - SuG
..tykkään~
