The fourth week was my second class, since I now missed the first and third classes with business trips. Clear as mud, eh? Anyhow - I get to making more pinch pots. I'm just too tired to think of anything else, and I've always loved the very, very basic act of making pinch pots. I love it - two hands and a hunk of clay.
And I get the bright idea of pressing my signature stamp into a little hunk of clay attached to the bowl. There's something friendly about this little appendage. And I like that it doesn't thin and weaken the bowl.
This bowl is tiny.