And I needed a couple of margaritas to get this far..
I hate these things-these sneaky little places where I am meant to prove myself worthy of being an artist. I think we are all born artists. Some of us choose one specific medium, giving all of our deepest concentration on just that thing and some of us could literally never choose just one. I'm the latter. I love making things. I always have. It's who I am and it could never be another way. The list inside my head of what I want to make is infinite. Ceramics is checking all the boxes for my creative heart at this moment but I also want to work with glass some day and I want to make furniture another day. If when I am old, I can look around my house and point out at least ten regular everyday things that I have made with my own hands, in my own beautiful way, then I couldn't be any happier.