Slurry to Spectacular

So in the past year I have developed what I would personally like to deem a healthy obsession. Anything to do with clay and I am pretty much ready to go. Hopefully this blog will be a good way for me to document my clay inspired transformation. Going from uptight art isn't good enough for me girl to full art/ceramic addict.

I may not be the most gifted ceramics student out there, but being passionate about something feels quite delightful. So until that ever so seductive connection with that ball of earth goes away, I am declaring that clay will be a part of me. When I tell the kids I babysit for that I like clay they say is high pitched mocking voices, "ooooooooh do you like it so much you wanna marry it...hahahhahahha?" So without shame I say basically yes. I dream in clay and if I can get a few of those dreams to come true my luck with clay will far outdo my luck with men. So I now declare clay my husband, and I declare myself to be clays happy wife. Yes I am taking it a little far, but it does make a nice little metaphor for the way that clay has sucked me into the art world again. So oh well.

Throw some rice. Call me crazy. I will only agree.