It must be January. I haven't touched the clay in more time than I want to admit. My spirit is willing and eager, but the body is wimping out on touching that cold, possibly dry mass awaiting me in the next room. I know as soon as I get in there, I don't want to stop, and the various constituencies or interests in my life will be competing with the clay for time allotment again.
The perennial challenge, how to use the time I am allotted, which never seems enough.
Need to get started on spring pots, before I know it I will be submitting applications for shows and then wondering,,, do I have enough stock to do this?? Tomorrow I promise myself really, maybe I will feel less zoned out after the "real job" and get to throwing.
Pathway to Nowhere
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