Mother's Day

It is Mother's Day. It has been two months since I have touched ceramic, stone or paint. I never had children. I had always assumed that I would. Often I believe that I traded my work for the experience of having biological children.

I decided then, that today it was essential that I make a new piece. He is standing on the podium right now all bolstered up my poles and props to keep him from falling until he dries. I don't use armatures because I want to be able to fire them in the kiln, so i am left with this way of creating. He showed up quickly today. I had been dieing a little inside without my work. ( I had foot surgery and the recovery time took me by surprise. If you or anyone is deciding on foot surgery, I'll tell you, be prepared.)

I don't know the name of the piece yet. I was surprised though by the openness of it. The wide armed gesture of saying yes to whatever is coming his way. I guess once again the work is my witness to my own emotional process, being in the midst, that I am, to some deep emotional work. I feel like I am hiding from the world and I guess I am. But I feel the need to do so as I confront decades old issues that have been keeping me from truly having my life.