I've been in a conceptual mode today. Less building, more thinking. I'm reflecting on themes and wrestling with how ideas can be given physical forms. My writing seems choppy...perhaps as a result of my mindset.
I slapped a bunch of clay together into a 2-foot tall mound. Momentum comes and goes. I'm waiting to want to work on this mass again. This piece seemed better yesterday. In the mean time, I process some other pieces that need hollowing and reassembly.
Postcards from family have been arriving in waves. There is something special about getting real mail. I was able to get home for a quick birthday/Father's day celebration with my family. In true fatherly fashion, I fixed the lawnmower, mowed, and grilled supper. Life goes on at home, but I miss these goofballs...
In other news, we rescued a bat from the pottery studio. "Petri", as Colin is calling it, is now hunkered safely in thick cottonwood bark outside.