just isn't one of those things I enjoy doing but....this last weekend I finally was given back my studio.
I am a potter. Yes, it feels good when I say that. Many people don't know that I spent 28 years working in a studio behind my home before I opened the gallery.
Six years ago we moved into our current home which didn't have a studio. I really didn't miss not having one because the gallery downtown became my creative outlet. I exercised my learning curve by doing things that pushed me in other ways. But...I still missed clay.
At home, everything was stacked high in the basement and my husband asked...Are you going to sell your wheel? I could never do that (I asked him if he would be willing to amputate his right arm!) and lucky for me...he built me a wonderful studio.
So after much work we finally have a great space for the power tools, the car and all that other mindless stuff that for so long covered my clay tools and equipment. I now have my working studio and it's fantasticl. Although my bisqueware has been piled high on the shelves I know I'll be working soon.
Dyk ner, dyk upp
3 weeks ago