It's been a long time since I've felt clay's oozy grittiness slide between my fingers. Yesterday in class, I concentrated on centering.
It was about the process. I wanted to reaquaint myself with the clay and the wheel. To see if my hands remembered where they should go and what they should do.
I used the kick wheel. I prefer it. I feel more in control. And it's kind of nice to be "off-grid" if only for a little while.
Press from the side.
I was the only one who didn't keep his first lopsided cylinder. Or his second, for that matter. The instructor looked at me like I was weird ... but I have enough sad, lumpy cylinders at home.
Technique, kittens. It's all about technique.