a solid of revolution you can argue with
the potter's vocabulary, one gesture at a time
A pot is a profile
Every vessel here is one curve swept around an axis. Draw the stations as ellipses, back to front, fill each opaque — the stack reads as a solid.
You shape the edge
The pointer never touches "3D" — it only negotiates with the outline.
The spin fights back
Diffusion pulls every station toward its neighbours, so a jab becomes a curve. Faster wheel, faster truing.
Clay goes somewhere
Choke the waist and the pot rises in your hands — the same material, redistributed. The most potter-feeling line of code in the file.
Too thin, it sprays
Real clay has a limit; so does this one.
Firing is a palette swap
Press Fire it and the wet bone-grey wireframe glazes terracotta-to-ochre down the body — the reward for a pot you like. Re-centre to wedge it back into a lump.
drag the slider · slow = your marks survive, fast = the wheel erases them · drives the hero wheel too · throw on this canvas as well