In between the craziness, I managed to squeeze in some studio time at Dale's. I was so exhausted because I had just done a 4 hour round trip to drop Corks off out of town for a race and I managed to make it to class. I didn't feel inspired for anything but it sure did feel like therapy.
And I needed that more than anything.
The thing I love about this kind of play, is that it's pretty hard to make an ugly plate and there is something so therapeutic about pushing beautifully carved wooden stamps into beautiful raw clay and then receiving a beautiful outcome.
It feels like a promise and we can always do with that...