Late October

Another day at the clay, with the whirling wetness waiting for form or not. This stuff of earth fascinates me still as I spin through the day hoping to be fully alive for that moment of grace. I attempt to purge my limits while the leaves flicker in golden sunlight. Quietly, they reach their destiny, the tired grass in late October.

Report: one platter, 2 weed pots begun. 3 bowls waxed to glaze. 3 bowls dried for bisque, one cracked and perhaps not able to be saved. Also, slip trailing is hard when the bulb burps. Accidents remain alive and that is good. Also, again, do NOT submerge bisque in the wax pot, just don't. Do use nice wet clay.
And again I ask: How does my teacher, Terry, do all that he does and so well?
Lindaa