Twelve attempts at the same bowl

I have thrown the same bowl twelve times now. Eleven of them went back into the bucket, which is the part nobody photographs.

The first three were too thick, in the way that everything is too thick at first — you leave the wall heavy because you're frightened of it collapsing, and then you have a bowl you could use as a doorstop.

You cannot think your way to a thinner wall. Your hands have to be bored of the thick one first.

Four through eight were the interesting ones. Each of those failed differently and I could name the reason afterwards, which meant something was going in.

Nine, ten and eleven all failed the same way, at the same height, and that was much worse than eight different failures. That's the point where you either stop for the day or ruin your wrists.

Twelve is on the shelf. It's slightly lopsided and I'm not going to fix it.

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