11 February 2013


I'm getting near the end of a long making cycle, doing my best to finish the last few things on my list while suffering from a bad cold. I couldn't possibly fire a kiln without mugs and I put the last handles on a large batch today (77). I still have to make some little soup bowls, but I can already feel the energy shifting within as I start to fill my brain with glazing and loading. Aren't we lucky to have a job that involves so many different aspects of our bodies and minds?! Other than bricking up the doors to the chamber, I love each step in the process. I take way too much time to load, squeezing every bit of pleasure from that step in the process.

Is there a difference between a brain and a mind?