bottom of the ocean

Felt at the bottom of the ocean emotionally this week. I was walking through my studio not at all thinking that I would do a piece and it was as if the clay grabbed hold of me and asked me to engage with her. So, in the middle of some inane domestic chore, I opened the bag, pulled pieces of clay and very quickly started allowing the piece to become itself. Within 3 strokes of the clay I saw that she was a mermaid and saw that she was reaching up to the sky. In looking at the piece in its completion, I can see that it is of course me wanting some reprieve from the emotional deep water darkness of my world at the moment. Her hands are unrefined, almost as if they are fin like. She is not the most anatomically correct of pieces, but I didn’t want to overwork her so as not to lose some of the spontaneity. I see that one hand is receiving and the other giving. I am still unaware of what that means in the complexity of my life right now, but none the less she makes me happy.