Back to my roots...

I guess in discovering new facets of art and learning, you always have to go back to where you started.  For me this was pottery.  What was it about molding a lump of earth that appealed to me as person?  It seems that in some level, all children and people begin with creating from the earth.  I can remember as a child making mud pies and houses out of the dirt in our backyard and even going as far as exclaiming how incredible the mud construction was and showing my parents.  But it seems that as we grow older, we are told that playing in the dirt is for kids.  We are told to be more refined and to do things that better soots our age.  Also look to where we regress as human beings.  Look at middle aged men, many of them spend much of their time working in their yards; maintaining their lawns.  In addition look at the elder people; they spend much of their time pruning and clipping their rose bushes and flowers.



So what I am trying to say is that we need to remember how to be kids.  In the midst of the crazy work and studying for school i want to remember what it was like to be free to rule in a kingdom where there is no right or wrong.  This is what pottery did for me.  It allowed for me to be able to return to my childhood for a moment and experience bliss.  I do not want to wait until I am old to be able to do this, I want this now.  It is like the artist had told me before in my other posts, life doesn't wait around for you.


In all, art needs to return to me.  I don't know how yet but I think that when I do, I will know that it is right.  


Here's to discovery...