Monday, 30 June 2014

Story of My Life

Bhaktapur is one of the most inspiring places Nepal has to offer, especially if you’re into an artistic mood. The city’s many squares offer a variety of crafts, craftsmen, and workshops, from woodcarvers to jewellers, potters, and thanka painters. So, of course, staying a week here gives anyone a chance to work on their creativity.

Which is what happened to me: after Bhaktapur enriched my resourcefulness in just one day here, I came back only to find that I have too many options to choose from to enhance my artistic skills and too little time. So I finally settled on something I did before at home: pottery. Something that basically involved getting mud all over myself while sweating over a potter’s kick-wheel and trying to throw something resembling a vessel at the same time. Usually, the result was no more than me finding it extremely difficult to remove all the hardened clay off various parts of my body, and a small roundish object that would have to be called – for lack of a better word – a small pot. At the time, my teacher always joked around trying to make me feel better, saying I’m really getting good at making various kinds of ashtrays: nothing much ever got higher than a respectable cigarette-discarding receptacle.

But now, in Bhaktapur, I would have the chance to have a go at pottery again and prove myself worthy of the term amateur potter. So, I went to – unquestionably – Potters’ Square


where a true-blue potter said he would teach me the secret of this ancient art. I would only have to watch closely and practice, practice, practice.


For starters, he said, I should try something easy and, once I got the hang of it, have a go at other, more complicated designs. And guess what he chose as the starting point! That’s right: ashtrays!

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Similarly, when life gives you clay, make ashtrays.



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