There is a magical rush to touch something that one was a part of the ground you walk on. When you have it underneath your fingertips and you can feel its smoothness absorb into the palm of your hand. You haven't truly lived until you have explored shaping clay with your own two hands.
Often as I create, the clay doesn't turn out like the shape in my head. I have to step back and re-evaluate my ideas. After pondering different options, I move forward. I love this sense of working and adapting as I go. It's almost as if the clay help chose what it will be. The clay also smells like earth, which is comforting in a weird way.
Often as I create, the clay doesn't turn out like the shape in my head. I have to step back and re-evaluate my ideas. After pondering different options, I move forward. I love this sense of working and adapting as I go. It's almost as if the clay help chose what it will be. The clay also smells like earth, which is comforting in a weird way.