Amazing work! Equally talented in words and clay. Now, there's a feat! I took pottery classes too, at one point. Flung clay around and felt completely frustrated by it. The instructor kept saying, "You must LOVE your clay!" To which, I'd laugh, "I don't even like mine!" Needless to say, clay was not my alternative escape hatch. But, following your path, I am going to try visual art next week, being tired of trying to make things work with words.
What fun! I've always loved the theory of kintsugi, so this article resonates with me. Your pottery is gorgeous, especially the broken ones!
Amazing work! Equally talented in words and clay. Now, there's a feat! I took pottery classes too, at one point. Flung clay around and felt completely frustrated by it. The instructor kept saying, "You must LOVE your clay!" To which, I'd laugh, "I don't even like mine!" Needless to say, clay was not my alternative escape hatch. But, following your path, I am going to try visual art next week, being tired of trying to make things work with words.
Thanks, Rose. Can't wait to hear about your visual arts journey.
Well, it won't be as brilliant as your pottery, but I shall have to see what I cook up!
Such an interesting (pottery) and self-disclosing (personal life) read. I know you much better now.
Ah, TY, Mike. Well, stick around Inkspired and you'll get to know just how strange my life has been :)