For years I’ve wanted to take a wheel throwing class, an idea that first occurred to me after I’d left my job in advertising in 2008 and was freelancing, and not all that unseriously considering a year or longer of sensorial study (ceramics, along with massage therapy, would’ve been in the “touch” category). Then life carried me in a new direction: I started a company, applied my spare time toward writing a novel, subsequently forgot about potter’s wheels save for the occasional sprawling conversation or park meadow daydream. Until this past Thursday I’d made only one thing out of clay and I’d made the thing in second grade and the thing was a Ninja Turtle.
If there’s a place to take a pottery class in Detroit it’s Pewabic. The ceramics studio has existed for over a hundred years, as the landmark plaque by the entrance will tell you. Pewabic tile graces many of the city’s tudor-style mansions, not to mention churches, museums, fountains, schools, other public buildings, in the rest of Michigan and the U.S.
The eight-week class meets for three hours every Thursday morning. There is a mix of skill levels – myself and two blonde-haired women from St. Clair Shores have never thrown before; a couple others are here who have a great deal more experience, who stick around after class to take advantage of Pewabic’s open studio hours. Our instructor Rick narrates as he turns a lump of clay into a tea bowl before our eyes with the ease you might expect from someone who’s been throwing for forty years; with the efficiency of someone who has worked production in the studio and had to make thirty-five of the same bowl day in and day out.
