A Journey into the Heart of Clay

As I stepped into the quaint studio nestled in the charming town of Otaru, I was immediately enveloped by a sense of warmth and creativity. The studio, known as Northly, exuded a cozy ambiance that felt like a gentle embrace, inviting me to leave the outside world behind and immerse myself in the art of pottery. The walls were adorned with beautiful ceramic pieces, each telling its own story, and the air was filled with the earthy scent of clay.

Having grown up in a multicultural household, I have always been drawn to experiences that allow me to connect with different cultures and traditions. Pottery, with its deep roots in Japanese culture, was something I had long wanted to explore. The idea of shaping clay with my own hands, of creating something unique and personal, was both exciting and humbling.

The instructor, a seasoned potter with over 30 years of experience, welcomed us with a warm smile. His passion for pottery was evident as he demonstrated the basics of throwing clay on the wheel. His guidance was gentle yet precise, allowing us to feel at ease as we embarked on our creative journey. The studio’s bilingual support was a thoughtful touch, ensuring that everyone, regardless of their background, could fully engage in the experience.

The Dance of the Wheel

As I sat at the pottery wheel, I felt a sense of anticipation mixed with a touch of nervousness. The wheel began to spin, and I placed my hands on the cool, damp clay. It was a moment of mindfulness, where the world seemed to slow down, and all that mattered was the connection between my hands and the clay.

The process of shaping the clay was akin to a dance, a delicate balance of pressure and movement. With each turn of the wheel, I could feel the clay responding to my touch, slowly transforming into a form that was uniquely mine. It was a meditative experience, one that required focus and patience, yet offered a sense of freedom and creativity.

The instructor’s encouragement and expertise were invaluable, guiding me through the nuances of pottery with a gentle hand. As I worked, I found myself lost in the rhythm of the wheel, the worries of the world fading away with each spin. It was a reminder of the beauty of creation, of the joy that comes from making something with one’s own hands.

A Sip of Reflection

After the pottery session, I took a moment to reflect on the experience at the studio’s café, Tonobacca. The café offered a serene space to unwind, with a selection of drinks that complemented the creative journey we had just undertaken. I chose a soothing herbal tea, savoring its warmth as I admired the pieces we had crafted.

The café was a perfect extension of the studio, a place where creativity and relaxation intertwined. It was a space to share stories, to connect with fellow participants, and to appreciate the artistry that surrounded us. The atmosphere was one of camaraderie and inspiration, a fitting conclusion to a day spent in the embrace of clay.

As I left Northly, I carried with me not just a piece of pottery, but a deeper appreciation for the art and tradition of pottery. It was an experience that transcended the act of creation, offering a glimpse into the heart of Japanese culture and the timeless beauty of handmade art. I look forward to returning to Otaru, to once again lose myself in the dance of the wheel and the serenity of the clay.