After watching me throw in the classroom studio, my pottery class instructor encouraged me to be okay with the messiness that comes from throwing a pot. “At home you don’t have to clean up every time!” she said. She’s right. I like a big bucket of clean water, a coffee can of throwing water and lots of sponges. While throwing, I clean my hands often.
So I tried. I tried leaving clay slurry in my wheel pan, not scrubbing each bucket before I filled it with fresh water, not mopping at the end of each day and the beginning of the next.
Didn’t work. I’m compelled to clean.
One reason is the minor compulsion to keep dust down. Dust is not good for lungs, especially long-term lung function. There are some nasty things in powdered clay (mostly silica). I don’t want to breathe it and I don’t want the dogs to breathe it.
But the big reason is…
Winchester. Clay monster. Scouring the floor for bits of clay and waiting for me to leave the wheel so he can mush his nose between the wheel head and pan to sneak tasty(?) bit of dried clay. Yum.