I loved Ceramics class back in the days when I was in college. Turning the lump of wet clay into something. I never really tried hard enough. What was going on in my head prevented me from actually doing much of anything. Depression is vengeful. I slept entire days. Missing classes. Even forgetting what classes I was taking.
I even dream of making bowls. It's one of my favorite dreams.
When I saw this image on ArtPropelled I stopped.......and my mind wandered to "what could have been". If I had been treated or medicated. But I don't think doctors did that then. In the 60's. I think they locked people up in the mental hospitals that were later closed by Reagan.
And--none of that has anything to do with Happiness.
So, it's dark, cold and raining here in Maine even though the weather map doesn't show rain over us. Riley and G have bundled up and gone for their walk. I went out early to the post office and library and ....right now I think I need my sweater and some socks.
I'm going to read--sew--read---sew. And that's my day.
5 comments:
It's never too late. If you dream of making bowld, why don't you give it a go?
I've thought about it but have never found a place that offers classes. Our state is small (only 1.2 million people) and schools limit the arts budgets.
Some of us are late bloomers. I wish I had skipped college and done something fun with my time and money.
Read...sew all day sounds great to me.
we were just talking about needing clay....just this same day....
very possibly at your library
Paulus Berensohn's book....Finding One's Way With Clay
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