art is half made, half found
A potter starts with clay. Dropped, it’s a lump, not formless but may transform into a flower pot or candle holder or candy dish.
When artist wants to throw a pot, not the dish, her aim becomes fixed but the shape of the pot is not. It’s a discovery taking shape while working the clay.
A pot is but expectations, half made; half found, for mud has a mind of its own. The potter begins with a lump of clay and ends with satisfaction. All art works this way.


