On a snowy Rochester afternoon I turned this…
Into this…
Back when we shared an apartment on Oxford Street, Anna and I had talked about doing paint your own pottery. I used to paint ceramics as a kid, because my mom made things for craft shows. Anna also did a lot of pottery in HS. Nearly 5 years later, we got our collective acts together and actually went!
Matt D. and Adam came too!
It was relaxing and fun and I kind of feel bad about how messy the table was when we left—but I suppose they’re used to that sort of thing. There were flecks of glaze everywhere, brushes a plenty and a rogue octopus stamped onto the paper covering.
I already want to go back. I may have convinced my Matt to try his hand at painting next weekend—which will be just in time to pick up my fired sugar skull mug.
I am going to drink SO MUCH TEA out of that thing.
process + color 