I was thinking today about all the tiny vessels I used to make in my early days of working with clay. Sometimes, I’d spend the entire three hour class on one tiny pinch pot. At the time, my children were very young, and I had a newborn in the mix, so the scale now makes more sense. Maybe it was all I could manage. Maybe I needed the intense focus that zooming in on something so small provides. Most of the pinch pots ended up in a bin, but the respite they gave me through what was a demanding time made each and every one worth the hours I spent on them. I owe much of my focus, steady hand and attention to detail to those teenie, tiny bowls. They were probably much lovelier than I realized at the time. The beauties below are by ceramic artist, Alana Wilson.