Every so often I need to feel moist clay in my hands. No molds, no stamps, just the feel of it as I gently push it into a little form. That happened to be how I was feeling this week. It’s cold. My studio is barely heated. It was gloomy. Much better to be inside where it is warm, with my dogs at my feet. So I brought in a bit of moist clay and sat at the dining room table and made these little hearts.
I like the feel of these. They are all rounded and plump, a little like river stones that have been tumbled in the current. Most of the time, I have a picture in my mind of how something will be finished. Not this time. My temptation is to leave them unglazed and tumble polish them. I do love the feel of bright white porcelain when it’s been polished. They are in the kiln now. I’ll decide tomorrow what they will become. For now, I am just happy with having quietly sat with a few little lumps of clay in my hands.