to think of things I would not normally imagine...
and create a life far richer than I could ever make in normal, day-to-day consciousness...
My hands worked clay... but at the end of the day, what I had created was unexpected...
The clay went back into a bag for next time...
I had spent time with my self....
sculpting thoughts, instead of physical form...
that is all
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How do I know what I think until I see it........that is my response to much of the work that I make. It often surprises me because when the content of my mind is made visible it is rarely what I had expected it to be. I love this post of yours it sounds tender and true.
ReplyDeleteThank you Lynne, it was rather tender... art comes from a very soft spot, doesn't it?
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