113 days

Changing my relationship with clay

I finally, will be getting a studio space, a room of my own this September. Which just feels like perfect timing as I will also be turning back toward formalized study at the end of August as I start the first semester of my PhD program. There is of course much to purchase to outfit my first ever studio space. If you’d like to resource my practice, you can do so here. Anything you give will go toward procuring shelves and wood to build work tables and a chair with a back rest on it and pinboards for the walls and an air purifier and portable fan/heater and whatever else I come to need. And if you’d like to support my transition to graduate school, you can do that here. ♥️

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January 30th, 2024. Cape Town, South Africa.

Before yesterday, it had been 113 days since I touched clay. Maybe I shouldn’t be telling you this. Maybe it makes you think I’m less of a ceramicist. Which, if that’s how you feel (maybe just go ahead and unsubscribe).

The break was intentional. I was working a job to pay the bills as we do under capitalism and at the end the day/week I was simply too tired to go to the studio (physically, mentally, spiritually—I was tired). But more than that, I was intentionally giving myself time away to reorient to my practice. Sometimes shifts can come by force, but for me, the best ones always come through flow.