When I sit down at the wheel or pick up a lump of clay, I can feel where my head is before my hands even move. Attitude shows up in the way I wedge the clay, the pressure of my thumbs, the speed of my breath.
Attitude is the paintbrush of the mind—it colors everything.
If I come to the studio tense or frustrated, it’s like working with clay that’s too dry—cracking, fighting me, refusing to hold shape. But if I bring openness, curiosity, even playfulness, the clay almost sings under my fingers. It responds. It moves.
This project—Kinetic Becoming—isn’t just about sculpting forms. It’s about sculpting myself. Every piece is a mirror showing me what I’m carrying inside. The slip, the shavings, the smudges on my shirt—each one is a record of the day’s attitude.
Some days, the color is muddy and I have to scrape it all back and start again. Other days, it’s a bright streak of possibility that surprises me, pulls me forward.
That’s the work: to keep shaping, keep coloring, keep choosing—again and again—until the piece, and the person making it, come alive.
Today, I’m mixing something bolder, something that dares to stand out.
What colors are you putting on your hands today?
Hands to clay, eyes to the future.
