There is always a moment in December when I am walking up the driveway in the dark and there is no moon and no visible light. I find my way by feel. I step and ask am I on the gravel or am I off the path and on the grass. I step again... Is this the path? It is both disorienting and a great reminder of what it's like to be on the path to making new work.
Tonight it was particularly resonant as I carried a new large moon vase from the studio to the gallery. There was no moon in the sky; I cradled it in my arms, no hands left for a flashlight.
Looking forward to filling cups and sharing new work
Tonight it was particularly resonant as I carried a new large moon vase from the studio to the gallery. There was no moon in the sky; I cradled it in my arms, no hands left for a flashlight.Looking forward to filling cups and sharing new work
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