The want for something, so strong you can almost taste it. And sometimes I do.

Ceramist

My delight in clay came in high school when I sat at the wheel for the first time.  My first thought was the girl in ‘ghost’ made it look so easy.  It was the first time I explored true art through the third dimension.  The difficulty soon subsided when I was spending six hours a day behind the wheel.  Every slight movement, even unsteady breathing, influenced how each item would turn out when throwing on the wheel.  It required such a concentration, that every muscle is accounted for.

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