My first love.

About 8 years ago, I found my first love. Now, I didn't realize that it would be a life long relationship, but what can I say, I've been hooked ever since. From wedging the clay repeatedly, to the science of mixing my own glazes, to re-working clay and bringing old clay back to life, to test firing new colors, to working with porcelain my first time or my personal favorite, trimming and carving pieces into perfection. 

Ahhhh, it is all so wonderful. 

Yes, if you didn't catch on, I'm in love with pottery. And if I'm able to toot my own horn, I'm not half bad at it either.  I was pretty steady into it for a few years, then came the typical excuses like "I don't have time, I work too much". Then had quite a comeback about a year ago and was quite steady with my practice and work; I loved it. I would go late nights to the studio, plug in some music and just work away. It not only helps with my stress levels, but it makes me feel like myself. Covered in clay, my favorite tunes in the background, my eyes completely focused on what's spinning on the wheel in front of me. I love it. 

That's why I'm so disappointed in myself. So disappointed that I didn't make a better effort to continue my practice when I was in South Africa. I had the opportunity to be around other artists in a different country and continue to refine my skills. And unfortunately since I've been back in the States, (honest to god) my work schedule is so all over the place that it's not ideal to have time to work at the studio. 

SO.....

As I get ready to head to Amsterdam, I'm going to hold myself to a promise. I promise that no matter the circumstances, I will continue my passion of pottery in m
y next journey. I'm packing my tools, my sketchbooks and my favorite throwing apron and I'm going to share my art with a little slice of Europe! I hope to only continue to learn and grow in this art, as I can really never get enough of it.

Clay.....you've hypnotized me. Mind, body and soul.