Thursday, December 2, 2010

Clay

I really miss art. I miss the part where your hands surprise you with a tangible form of your very own thoughts. That piece of work is always a reminder of a distinct moment in your life, but it transforms into a different meaning for others. It can be stubborn, translucent, shocking, disturbed, whimsical, lady-like, etc; it takes on owner emotions and characteristics. Self expression can be obvious or hidden and experiments are always welcomed.
Here is my outburst in need for painting a picture, throwing on the wheel or ... well heck, I'd settle for a pinch pot!  
I will update you on my progress in this area because drawing pictures in the margins of my notes and baking isn't going to cut it much longer!

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