And so it begins.
I'm conducting research, in a way, this winter. I have a form in my mind, a curve, a line that I want. I need to learn how to throw it. How much clay to use, how much to leave to trim, how to make it right every single time. How to carry the same line across every form I want to throw.
I love how quiet it is here in the winter. I have Thistle and Shamrock radio playing compliments of NPR online, and I think it is a winner for studio tunes. The soothing voice of Fiona Ritchie, the host, only helps the concentration. Also it makes me think of home. It is December-so close to Christmas after all. This is Dad's show, and where do you think the littlest Peden got her name? Two days till I go home!
But, for now it is good to be here, and to have my hands dirty again.