I'm here, really I am, as the trolls have taken notice of my absents and splattered spam inside my comments.
The one thing I did not count on when I started this blog was that the trolls that would come as soon as they think you are gone.
I came in yesterday and did some cleaning up and changed my password.
Maybe that will slow things down.
That WWW can be a torturous place.
We love and hate it.
I have been teaching.
I had a call the first week I went back that my co-teacher needed surgery and could I fill in for her? Of, course I could. I did two weeks taking all 5 days, with Friday running a 10 1/2 hour day. When I finished last week I felt run over by a low flying plane.
Maybe I should have started this 10 years ago!
I'm learning the ropes along with the students, clay mixing, ordering supplies, shuffling through the right paper work. It is an endless stream of something. And yet, I go back.
It is fun watching the wheels turn as a student gets it. The light goes on, the brain and hands work together. The clay comes off the wheel as something worth exploring.
I have students who are working on the multiplies of 30's. Mugs, bowls, candlesticks, pitchers, are starting to grow like mushrooms around the room. Taking shape and voice. I ask the students not only for shape but ask them to explore what they want to say as they shape the clay.
Who are you?
I can't say I have hit a wall yet as I watch things unfold.
I can say I wake up bleary eyed and wondering what I have done to myself.....
Then I just pick it up and go.
I still love the morning drive as that time to just think as I travel the back-roads from here to there.
Reflections on them, me and who and what and where...
This clay is a crazy ride.
I'm looking forward to being in our studio tomorrow to get the cobwebs out of the building.
Spiders also know when you are not around.