I had some left over paint and painted. Painitng all of these ceramic pieces takes me back to high school cermaics class. My coiled pot was featured in the yearbook and in the library display case. But the experience of making this pot is what matters to me the most. I remember creating with a flow that led to goodness. I didn’t need anyone to tell me how good it was. I just knew. There was this feeling of, I’m good at this. I should do more.
Here’s to more work. There is only make. It’s the true nature of play. Let’s see what I cam come up with. I should look at more of my old work. I am a creative. I always will be.