Monday, February 09, 2009
Some days...
...the work is maddening and others, it is a delight, the clay springing from the wheel head effortlessly, as though it couldn't wait to be turned to its final form. Other days the clay stays obstinately close to the wheel, slumping back down when it is worked too hard, tired and wet, retiring to a growing pile of slumped pots in the corner of the splash pan.
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Why is this?! I have days like that all the time. And some days there are more ideas in my head than I have time for, other days I wonder why I ever chose to do this, no inspiration at all. I think it's the moon!
Do this with love,
Do this with madness,
Do this with your deepest mind.
You do still have that pot right? This post made me think of it. I guess if you don't pursue your passion with the deepest mind possible then why even bather doing it?
Brad, That is actually the opening paragraph to a peice I wrote about my time at Matt's that will go in this little literary thing my mom does with some friends. The piece is called "Your Deepest Mind". Funny you thought of that....
YES! I know what you are talking about- and when it works it works when it does not ^%^$%$%^&**^^^#####! I think I could be flipping burgers instead of making myself CRAZY!
May all your clay be perfect!
Maybe the tile should be "Your Deepest MUD"
what better way to spend a day.....
Clay is very, very, strange stuff, isn't it? Just when we think we have it all figured out, it jumps up at us.
A bad day throwing is better than a good day at work. Unless throwing IS your work, I guess.
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