Trimming Pots

Monday. I look at my alarm clock and it tells me that it’s 6:00 AM. I toss and turn, wanting to sleep again. The sunlight from my window, which is right across my bed is so bright. Even if I want to sleep some more, the brightness in my apartment is simply telling me to wake up. This happens to me every single day. I have decided to put my bed facing the window, so I would wake up early.  I love brand new days and how my days are not all the same. There are days when I would teach pottery making, forming my own pots, trimming them, firing the kiln, resting, reading, walking, etc.  I have tried working in the pottery studio for one full week and found myself exhausted. My body almost screaming at me, “Give me a break!” Since I am still doing everything on my own, I give myself time to rest for at least a day or two in the week.

I remember having dinner with my sister over the weekend. When she picked me up and entered her car, she said, “You look beautiful.” All I said was, “When you’re working with clay every single day and all you have around you are your tools, clay, the kiln, and dust , you would love to go out – dressed up or made up a little bit. Not to look beautiful and be noticed or to impress people. But to simply show yourself that there’s life outside the pottery studio. And you don’t always have to be in flip flops and in clothes covered with mud.” Seriously, I look totally different when I am immersed in clay at the studio : )

I teach pottery making and assist at the Ceramic Studio at the University once a week. I prepare for work, and make sure that I have everything in my bag before I leave my apartment. I arrive in the studio a little early and enjoy the silence of the space. I sweep the floor and knead some freshly mixed clay. Students today are coming to trim their pots, after forming them on the potter’s wheel. I make my own works as I wait for them to come. Humming a tune as I kick the wheel.

A few minutes have passed and they started coming. One of them is so excited and she showed me her trimming tools, which were purchased during her first pottery lessons with another pottery teacher. She brought out her wire loop tools for trimming pots. Both big and small ones. I feel them with my fingers and told her that they are still sharp. I showed her where her pots were, and she unwrapped them one by one. Letting the others dry, as she trims the pots she made first. She hops on the wheel and starts to trim, remembering her lessons in the past. I watch her as she trims. And I observe her hand position as she does it. She works well and can be left on her own, but she wanted  me to be with her, so I sat right in front of her wheel. Sometimes we talk and laugh, but once I see her get into the rhythm of trimming her creations, I stop talking. We stop talking but as she trims her bowls, I can’t help but be encouraged by the process of trimming pots.

To trim is to cut or remove unwanted parts. In pottery making, trimming pots are done, after they are formed on the potter’s wheel. It is done when the clay is in the leather-hard stage. Wet clay can’t be trimmed because the piece is not strong enough to handle any pressure. A wire loop tool is needed to do the work. Trimming is done with the pots turned upside down on the wheel. Plates, tumblers, bowls, and other forms are trimmed, to show its foot/base with beauty and strength.

As my student trims her bowl, I can’t help but be reminded of the “unwanted parts” of my life that has to be trimmed off. Not for them to grow back someday, but for them to be taken away permanently. A list of these things came to mind as I watch, every clay trimming fall on the splash pan of the potter’s wheel.  Some of which being exercising, eating healthy food, etc. There are things in my life that have been cut off. Things I never thought I could be separated from.  I know in my heart that someone bigger than me has trimmed me off from unwanted things in my life. Attachments to what should never be a part of me today. And as my creator transforms me, my real shape and form will come to life. Not turned upside down, but right side up.  For the clay in me has nowhere else to go but up.

Elena, the student, puts her trimmed bowls on the shelves to dry.  She looks really happy and satisfied with her work, and saying, “Wow! I made those bowls with my own hands. They’re handmade!” There are two types of forming pots: the handmade way and the slip cast way. These two ways of making vessels are done in different procedures, and the value of the pots is not the same.

I remember a scripture that I read from the bible on Romans 9:21 “Does not the potter have the right to make out of the same lump of clay some pottery for noble purposes and some for common use?” The potter knows when to make pieces for mass production. And a potter also knows when to make creations – that are meant to be seen in an Art gallery, sitting on pedestals. And most importantly, the Creator knows, whom he has made for noble purposes and for common use.

For so many years, I know that I am one that is made for common use. But as I get to know the one who made me, I realize that “common” is not something that has to be lived for the rest of my life. God himself is an extraordinary God who has extraordinary plans for his extraordinary creations. As he transforms the clay in me to have fine personal qualities, all I could do is allow him to.

Trimming is done with a very sharp tool. But its sharpness is not produced to hurt, but to help take away unwanted parts, to show a vessel’s real function before it can be used.

Trimming clay ministered to me again today. It never fails to encourage me that our Creator knows what he is doing to you and me.  I will sleep tonight, knowing that I am a vessel in this earth not made for what is common, usual, or ordinary, but created for noble purposes. I look forward to a brand new day to form pots with my hands again. To pay close attention once more, not only to the clay that spins between by hands, but the handiwork that is being done to the clay in me.


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