Molded Into Life
It all begins with an idea.
Sitting in front of the wheel, I let my hands move at the wheel’s rhythm. My hands rush and want to finish a piece right away. I know that the beauty of this piece is not in seeking perfection. Rather the beauty lies in the process of molding this amazing mount of clay that my hands have become one with in motion. I’m alone in my studio listening to the soft and romantic music of a latino singer Andres Cepeda. I tell myself to let go and simply let the piece take shape as I move my fingers through the clay up and down. This piece will continue to evolve and life with it. For now it feels right. And later I will come back to it. It’s in the process that I learn the best lessons, I tell myself.