In the midst of madness this piece was born. I am amazed that these new pieces have come forth right now. But I am glad. In lieu of the written word, the clay speaks for me. Today it was a cry for help and an acknowledgement that I simply cannot take any more emotional insanity. I like this piece. I like the continued rawness of the new work. The quick strokes and the gestures of the piece. His large hands are telling. He is no longer able to give the way he did. Well, I guess I should speak in first person. I am no longer able to give the way that I have and I am asking for help to get myself centered again.
