Begin again
Quick note. I’m rearranging the studio a bit to do some reclaiming of clay so I can begin some sculptures and as I was mentally recalling the art process (as opposed to the pottery process) and what I would need for the immediate future, it came home just how out of practice I am sculpture-wise. So out of practice that it feels foreign and weird. Just meditating today on the weirdness. Having said that, it’s imperative that I work on this. It will be my lifeline, I think. My instincts dictate this.