My Pottery Class

I've always wanted to try my hand at pottery. At school we had to choose between pottery or 'art' and I chose art. I remember going into the pottery class once to borrow the guillotine and looked enviously upon the impressive pots they were making! Many many years later, here I am going to a pottery class with hopes and aspirations in mind, imagining I'd love every second. In fact I haven't been enjoying it at all! I clock-watch the whole 2 hours I'm there and each week leave frustrated and relieved it's over.
But this week a few of my pieces came out of the kiln and I was pleasantly surprised. Above is my very first effort, a mug. It's a lot smaller than it looks in the photo, quite cute really. The right size for an expresso?

I think my favourite is my fish. I didn't intend it to look like a punk but happy accidents are good 'accidents'!

Next week is the last session. I've a few more things I'm in the middle of making and I'll post them when I can!