Today, I must work in clay again, without a psychologist there to aid me.
I have not done this work in so long, that I lack faith in my ability to do it. Opening the first box of extruded clay is the most difficult thing of all. I must spend a few hours preparing my work table and work area to do this. It is a ritual. The clay worshipping place must be cleansed and laid out and purified in a funny, normal prep way. It is a step that I cannot skip or I will not be able to start. I feel like Monk, preparing to get my hands dirty and to keep them that way for the next... Sign in to see full entry.