May I be forever muddy

Written By Your Name

It’s not about my name being known or my work being sought. It’s not about selling my stuff and making money (that’s unfortunately just a requirement of our current society). It’s not even about mastering techniques. It’s about the feeling clay and creating gives me. It’s about being able to move something with my own two hands. It’s about making sure I take the time to do so. It’s about creating a space where I can show up exactly as I am, even if that’s changing in every moment. It’s about getting to know myself as I witness myself respond to this challenging, beautiful, grounded medium. It’s about allowing myself to see visions in my daydreams and nightdreams and then work on bringing these visions to this realm, with or without success. It’s about being able to softly coax out my wounds and soft spots and inviting them in to the making process to shed some light on me. It’s about ALL of the feelings clay and creating gives me.

Since making the jump to full-time pottering around (whatever that means as I am still figuring it out) I have learned so much about myself. And mostly because I am always tripping over my conditioned b.s. or society’s b.s. and sometimes even falling flat on my ass. But then getting back up and walking off the fall… only to trip up a little (or a lot) again. I have spent many-a-days laying on my studio floor crying because I didn’t know what I was doing - personally, professionally, ceramic-ly. And I have also spent even more-a-days sitting at my wheel or worktable feeling more like myself than I’ve ever felt - personally, professionally, ceramic-ly.

So when I’m inconsistent with what and when I share on social platforms, or when I pause/discontinue my offerings, or when I haven’t made good on my self-imposed goals of having a new body of work, or really when I do anything, it’s because I am just figuring it all out. And FEELing it all while doing so. And this figuring it all out isn’t just a phase - (I had to get past that idea for my sake). I’ve surrendered to, maybe even hope for, being brave enough and determined enough and secure enough and hopeful enough to always allow myself to be figuring it out and feeling it all, until the end. So may I forever be tripping and falling and getting my ass back up… so long as I land in the mud I think it’ll be okay.

P.S. I don’t know how frequent/infrequent these emails will be. Nor what exactly they will contain. But they will always be related to making and mud on some level. And likely also include some version of the below, as well.

 

Upcoming classes

Upcoming pop-ups my pots will be at

  • Second Saturday Pop-up at The Clay Department. There is a new, carefully curated ceramic supply boutique in SA!!! Meet the angels behind the shop and peruse the small pop-up of local ceramic artists at this super soft opening on 7/13 from 7-10pm at 1906 S Flores St.

  • And then hop on over across the street to Thrown Studio’s Second Saturday at Gold Coffee. She’s pulled together a sweet line-up of local artists. Go touch all of our pots on 7/13 from 6-9pm at 1913 S Flores St.

Local art to check out

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