I have been obsessed with pinch pots for about six months now. I like the feel of the clay, especially porcelain, I like the pinching between my fingers as the clay sort of squishes out. I also like the idea that I can take a ball of clay and my two hands and mold it into a functional object, a bowl I can eat soup out of, a cup for my coffee. No wheel,no mold, my two hands and the quiet and the clay. These forms have not been well received by friends and family. I do not make much effort to make them look like thrown or mold made objects. for me the imperfect idea intrigues me, the wonky, lumpy, bumpy child like madness of them. I set a table with them and I feel like the mad hatter at a tea party, one lump or two. I still have not found the right place I want to go with this idea. Right now all I can do is keep making them keep pushing the limits until I come up with the vessel that moves me to make a service for ten or twenty.