Have you taken any pottery classes or were you entirely self taught? I REALLY want to get into it but classes are quite expensive
I took some sculpting in undergrad, but it was in the context of casting and mold-making, not ceramics. So I'm fairly comfortable with clay as a medium but not so much with clay as an end product--not being able to do armatures and having to think about firing is weird. (If I had the opportunity to do bronze casting again, though, I would, no hesitation.) That puts me in the minority of my current pottery peers, who are largely self-taught or only learned in our studio.
I do pottery now at a co-op studio space, and technically that means that I'm taking classes there--but the classes are more like guided lab time? There's not really assignments or anything, and there's only a couple other people who sculpt, none of whom are in my class. Mostly the class just means that the person in charge demonstrates a technique or two once a week and then lets us do our thing.
Personally I think that shared studio space is the absolute best way to go. You spend less in startup costs (kilns are EXPENSIVE, running kilns is expensive, glaze is expensive) and it plugs you directly in to a group of fellow artists who can help and support you at whatever skill level you're at. Yes, classes are expensive--my class is $250 per season. But for me that includes lab space, 50 lbs of clay per season, almost all of the glaze I use, kiln time, and other people doing all the maintenance and kiln loading/unloading etc. Very much money well spent.
Artist-run shared spaces are often not turning a profit on anything with studio fees, just covering operations costs, so while it's pricey, it generally is just...what it costs to do that hobby. And it is sooooo much easier to be motivated when you're going to what is, basically, Grown-Up Art Club.
But if costs are prohibitive for you to do pottery via classes, and you want to learn to sculpt, then get some polymer clay and see what you can do. It's a different game than actual clay, but form is form, and the medium is secondary to figuring out how to translate an idea into reality.
Polymer clay is relatively affordable and doesn't require nearly the infrastructure of ceramics. If you can't spend the money on classes or a shared studio, then polymer clay is a great way to develop technique and an eye so that when you're in a position to spend the money, you already have the skills to make it worth what you're spending.
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Digital Circus AMA Notes
Digital Circus is getting a season 1 at some point!!!!
#webcore aesthetic board for the series design
Pomni was going to be a frog originally. 🐸
90s toys Zooble inspo
Caine is an antagonist, but not by active choice, he doesn't know he's not helping. He doesn't feel a whole spectrum of human emotions (he's an AI).
"Caine canonically just lets things happen if he thinks it's funny."
Characters eat like Chao in Chao garden in Sonic. The characters can eat the food, but they can't digest it.
Jax's favorite food is spaghetti.
Pomni likes salmon.
Q "Was the ending a 'Last Supper' reference?" A "in a very superficial kinda way yeah." Religious stuff is sometimes just used for the funny.
Gooseworx tumblr sketches MAY or MAY NOT be canon to the series, so it's up in the air for every single one.
People can abstract from feeling too much pain if it breaks their mind from it being too much. Characters feel pain from things, but not as intensely as they would in real life.
Zooble is gonna swap parts every episode (implying they have spare parts) except their body & head.
Jax chose his own name & gooseworx likes to think he chose Gangle's name.
Ragatha was named "Emmy" originally.
They (the cast of characters trapped in the circus) can't change their clothes but Caine can. It's part of their skin sorta kinda.
There's empty space under Pomni's hat because video game model physics.
Spamton was partially inspo for Caine, Caine's VA did Spamton dubs.
Gangle only has 2 masks. Why's it (her hapiness mask) break all the time? Mental state, but the "real her" is "harder to break."
Kaumfo was gonna be part of the main cast originally before Jax.
Kaufmo's model has nothing below the waist at this time, but was made for that promotional image on twitter.
Q "What kinda person was Kaufmo?" A "He was the same as Ragatha in a sense, goofy & cheery, sometimes toxic levels of positivity."
I'm paraphrasing for the sake of note taking in real time, go watch the stream playback for more context & details if you want.
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Screaming crying rolling in misery and softness while I think about how Bruce handles Thomas and Martha's death anniversary.
Once a year, every time, on that day, it rains very softly. It's more drops and liquid snow than water, enhancing the ghostly silence around the city.
For a single day, Gotham lays to rest.
Alfred's watching the timer and waiting for the chocholate chip cookies to finish cooking, -- Thomas and Martha always did like them extra crunchy, -- and thinks how Bruce used to handle It.
It's forever stitched into his mind, the tiny lump shaking under his parents' blankets. Bruce's snotty sniffles and hiccups and pain breaking like glass from his mouth.
It doesn't change, even when adolescents hits. Bruce was still a child, even with his father's whiskey still burning on his tongue, deciding sorrows were easier to drink away than tears.
He was still a child when he looked at Alfred, glassy eyed, tired, " It should've been me."
"No."
" They died so I could live. If this is life, I don't want it."
The familiar stab in his chest doesn't stop hurting at the memory. It rarely, rarely does.
And now.
He peeks behind the kitchen door.
Bruce gently plays with Damian's hair and Damian is determined to act like he hates it.
Alfred has the slight suspicion it was because Jon was there, calling him very cute.
Harley gets up from her cozy spot, head in Bruce's lap, feet resting on miss Ivy's thighs not unlike a spoiled cat, " Dibs on the chunky cookie!"
" Do NOT, " Dick is trying to set up the movie projector, mostly in vain, and trying not to strangle Tim for calling him old. Which is also mostly in vain, " Let her have the chunky one!"
As quickly as Harley raced towards him, multiple figures all but wrestled for the now free spot next to Bruce, much to Ivy's annoyance, and Clark's surprised amusement,
" Jason, MOVE,"
" I'd like to see you MAKE me, Timberly, "
Cass simply steals the spot as they fight, snuggling close to the grey sweater, softer, bigger than usual, and purrs when Bruce rubs her head.
Damian scoffed, crawling under Bruce's sweater, spiky hair tickling Bruce's chin, "Break eachother's noses or be quiet."
Steph, Selina, and Oliver, chant, " Fight! Fight! Fight!"
Bruce murmurs, low, shifting to the couch so everyone would fit, " Can you be nice to eachother for 10 minutes?"
Harley runs past his shoulders, cookie crumbs falling in her steps, " what are ya waiting for, Mr. Bruce's dad? Mama wants to see some blood!"
Alfred let's her pull him, push him almost intentionally close to Bruce.
Surrounded by warmth and comfort, and Bruce lays his head on his shoulder. Almost a silent, This is your day, too
Dick screeches, " I got it!"
Grey Ghost appears. They all hate it, Alfred knows, but Bruce claps softly 5 seconds in, and they all stare at him with soft smiles
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