i made it out of clay
during a pleasant stroll with my friend quinn yesterday we happened upon a little shop on dundas that had some really great home accessories (oops! can’t remember the name.) we admired some beautiful organic looking ceramic mugs while determining our need for a good coffee vessel, shape, feel… enormously important. my fondness of this collection spawned a yearning to create ceramics of my own…i think playing with clay would be a lovely way to spend a weekday evening- i’d feel a huge sense of accomplishment if i could centre a pot on the wheel with the feeling of wet mushy clay spinning beneath my fingertips. if the technical approach fails- i’d be happy having a go at abstract masks.