The Mud Gave Way Three Times, Then the Teacher Took Your Hand From Behind – intro video

You quit your job in Chicago, drove alone to Santa Fe, and signed up for a six-week wheel-throwing class. On the first day your clay collapsed on the wheel three times. The teacher sighed, came around behind you, sat with her chest against your back and her hands over yours. “Don't push so hard. Follow it around and feel it.” The clay rose slowly between your four hands, but you could no longer feel the clay at all.