At risk of sounding like a jerk, I need to vent.
One of my pet peeves is being solicited for pottery donations. It’s often from friends of mine, though more often from complete strangers. I do give them the benefit of the doubt that they mean no disrespect. In fact, I think that many people would insinuate that it’s a compliment. But one thing is for certain, I’m almost never asked for a donation by another potter.
A fellow potter knows how much goes into every single piece. How much work goes into the preparation, the making, the firing, the transporting, the cleaning. How much time must be dedicated to the craft, and how much time must be sacrificed by way of declining social invitations, waking up early, staying up late, or simply going in to the studio when you could be relaxing.
A fellow potter knows the heartache of a bad firing, where an entire kiln load is wasted. Even the loss of a single piece can be disheartening, though it’s to be expected occasionally. But it’s not just the firing, in the pottery making process failure is always looming. You can make a catastrophic mistake at any point, or have your pottery fail by no fault of your own. You can be completely successful and have the finished piece slip out of your grasp while you inspect your work.