First Day

On September 14, 2009 I put my son on the school bus and spent the whole day in the studio.  We're both exhausted by 3 o'clock but oh so happy.  So Abel isn't actually getting on the bus. We did drop him off the first day of school but in my rush to get to the studio I forgot to take a picture. This will have to make up for my selfish ways. I have to pinch myself sometimes as I roll a slab, stir a glaze, or slice off another hunk of clay. My dream has come true. I'm a working artist!

Well, almost.

I feel exceptionally fortunate to have been able to stay home the past eight years (who's counting?) with my utterly adorable and perfect children. And while I enjoyed witnessing every milestone I had to stay connected to my creativity. My hands stayed relatively dirty as I continued to work on a few figure sculptures then less sculptures and more pots over the years. Cute little pinch pots with pink elephants for snacking on Cheerios. Actually our bunny uses that bowl now, since the kids make their own dishes. My life has taken me far from where I left off modeling hollow clay figures. Even after unpacking 20 sculptures this summer to make room in the basement for a studio. I haven't given much thought to what I will be making next.

For now I would like to claim a space of my own. I am fixated on getting a kiln and then I'll have a long think about what to put in it.