About fifteen years ago I decided to take a ceramics class.  I had no idea what was in store for me.  We began as most ceramic classes do, learning the material through the process of making pinch, coil and slab forms.  It was when my instructor, Matt Geddes showed us how to throw that things changed for me.  I felt an odd excitement as I watched it for the first time.  When I was seven I once watched a short spot on tv on throwing, but it never really interested me.  Sitting in front of the spinning wheel was different though.  I felt it was familiar.  When it was our turn to throw I felt like I had done it all before.  I remember wedging 20 balls of clay and just playing.  I threw a few things that day and by the end of the week I was able to make most any shape and size I wanted.  I have made them huge and small but truthfully its the process I fell in love with.  There is something about the rythmic rotation of the wheel and finding my place being in unison with it.  It may sound odd but I find it comforting.  I could throw cylanders all day long.  It's a way I connect to the mechanical process which is an obsession with me.  The result, in the beginning, wasn't quite as important to me as it became later when I began to explore the mechanics involved in kilns, glazing and firing.  I have since grown and enjoy the manipulation of the form.