the story of #pottery

Pottery is beautiful, but the process of making it until it's ready to be showcased is anything but, literally. Since I started building a tiny pottery studio in my rented apartment, my clothes have been constantly covered in mud, and my nails have never grown longer than a millimeter to avoid getting caked in clay and glaze, forcing me to give up my colorful nail polish hobby.

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But the most energy-consuming part of making pottery at home isn't the actual clay work (even though it's the stereotypical image of hard labor), it's selling it. Yeah... it's true that genuine artists are often poor because they don't know how to market themselves. I've never been overly optimistic about selling my artwork, and I've even prepared myself for the possibility of it... collecting dust, because I'm more of a wallflower than a social butterfly on social media. I've lived long enough to not be surprised by failure.

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Curious? I'm not writing this blog to teach you how to make pottery. I'm writing it as a diary of my journey selling art pottery, and what I've realized about the beauty of pottery, whether it's sitting on a shelf or displayed in a museum – the main reason I decided to ditch my graphic design past and become a ceramist.