Here is my first blog post.
I just got out of the studio and I am covered in clay dust and my eyes are slightly bloodshot.
Today my thoughts are of trimming and carving hardened earth and wondering if I have the stamina to do this for the next few decades. It’s hard work to maintain the excitement of creating something entirely new out of something so ancient.
But I come home after a day in the dust-moted studio and I fling off my shoes and turn on the stove element which will boil my water and I sit. The boys are at school so the house is silent. A rare phenomenon.
I take deep, clean breaths in. I stretch my stiff neck from the hours of looking down at the turning wheel. And then my ideas slowly start flowing again.
Sluggishly but they still flow. Like lava.
New coffee cup shapes.
Do I want to write poetry lines on my rims? Too 90’s? Too angsty?
Sgraffito some?
Am I good enough to claim something that sounds so exotic? So unspellable? I wanted to be in the American spelling bee when I was little so maybe it’s all gonna turn out okay.
Stay tuned pals!
xxx