New title…
People, I have to admit.
Lately, actually since I left france, I have not thrown a single pot. My hands ache to have the cool clay between my fingertips. The meditation that goes into wedging, centering, throwing, shaping, trimming, firing. AHEM. Let’s just say I really miss it, I will rename my blog until I get my hands into some mud.
It’s only fair to the pots and to me.
I have found that I am always searching for that perfect bowl of soup. Is it a coincidence that soup comes in a bowl.. A ceramic bowl..
You get the picture.
Just for the record,
I miss pots, farmer tom’s and all the wonderful people that seem to gravitate around clay..
STOKE! STOKE!! STOKE!!
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will forward on to the woodfire folks….we miss you love…..xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
go get that mud sister!