"The Clay Knows What To Do." I remember Joe saying that when he was helping me learn to sculpt. It's proven that over and over again. I rememmber the pregnant goddess who refused to let her hands be placed where I wanted them. When the buyer received it, she wrote and said that her friends were always teasing her about the way she rested her hands on her belly - exactly the way her goddess did. I made a blessing bowl this past week for a friend, and it came out of the oven with an air bubble that wasn't there before, in the position of the third eye. Looks like she has a natural bindi. Another that I made about a year ago came out with a perfectly shaped heart on her hip from variations in the clay. Amazing. It took me a long time to learn to put the clay down for a while when it wasn't cooperating. I also learned that I had to yield to it rather than forcing it to yield to me. When I let it go, it creates itself.
Hmmmm, that might be a good thought to apply to life in general.....
I'm still not finding enough time or energy to be artsy-fartsy. I keep telling myself that it will come. When I'm actively creating, I'm loving it, but getting started is really difficult and I'm not sure why other than I'm in the middle of a fibro flare. I know that what I've been through this past year will show in my art and I'm a little excited and curious about that. Maybe even a little afraid of it.