Look at this stuff, isn't it neat?
The Muse Letter No. 47
Since that famous scene in Ghost where Patrick Swayze is hugging his lover from behind who is played by Demi Moore while she is throwing clay on a wheel, their hands touching and Unchained Melody is roaring from the speakers of an automatic vinyl player: clay has been this mystical material, deep in the soil; everyone’s beginning and end, shapeshifting slowly in circles, sensitive to touch like a living being, changed and made strong by the fire; everything about it is poetic, archaic, ancient.
I have yet to try that poetic, archaic, ancient practice but now I have dry clay which in many ways is not nearly as satisfying as the real thing or at least that’s what I’m assuming as I’m pressing my thumbs into the moist texture, trying to carve a hole. I’m wearing my artist apron that I bought a couple of weeks ago on etsy, I wear it all the time now. It has two huge pockets in the front where I can put everything: my phone, my keys, my earphone case, scissors, tissues. But mostly my phone. I carry it around like a kangaroo mum so that the bluetooth connection to my earphones stays strong and doesn’t fade away as soon as I enter another room.