Joy of Clay

Ankle-deep and barefoot in the cold stream  (or thigh-deep as we were one April after a long rainy period), grubbing away at an exposed seam of clay. It’s just like being a child again- getting dirty and wet, squidging the lovely stuff between our fingers, stirring memories of making mud pies.

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In the fields of south Oxfordshire where I grew up there was a stream nearby which my sister and I would escape to on our bikes for the day in the summer holidays. We made cave dwellings in the clay banks of the stream for our community of plastic trolls. We spent hours engrossed in it, and made discoveries of fresh water shrimp, watercress and sticklebacks.

Handling clay, particularly raw clay that’s come straight from the ground, is a powerful and primal sensory experience.

Many people haven’t made anything from clay since primary school, and it even then it was most likely commercially produced clay, which is bland in comparison to stuff you dig yourself. Perhaps that was also the last time many of us got truly stuck into squishing up muddy stuff in our hands. Few children get a chance to use real clay any more since most school kilns (and technicians) are long gone.

WIld Pottery coursesOn our last wild pottery course I noticed that as soon as the group started wedging their clay a deep silence settled on the group. When they were making their pots there was a long period of absolute quiet, with just the soft sounds of a summer woodland around us.

It’s a silence and settling that’s peculiar to working with clay. An atmosphere of quiet, relaxed concentration.

Last year I was visiting a potter friend in Devon.  We arranged to meet in her shared studio mid morning; I arrived feeling head-achy and grumpy. She brightly introduced me to her colleagues as a potter and invited me to make something. I sat on a stool and squidged the lump of clay she’d given me into a sausage. I squashed it up into a ball and made a sausage again (waiting for inspiration about what to make). In the end I spent the whole morning just doing that. My piece of clay, by the end pretty dry, went in the recycling bucket. And I left feeling much, much lighter.

I always knew the importance of engaging the senses when handling materials, especially since I studied arts psychotherapy. But from the experience in Devon I felt a new respect for the simplicity and profundity of tactile engagement.  And for sometimes doing only that.

Wild potteryWild Pottery courses are held regularly in Sussex woodland, for both adults and families.

National Geographic & Toyota put Native Hands courses in their Top 125 UK Adventures. Also featured in The Guardian and in ‘Wild Times’ (published by Bradt).

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