#closelooking

Had a blast at my glaze/surface workshop last weekend. It was called "pedagogically sound" by a participant who is a retired teacher--feels like high praise for just doing what I love to do! 🤣 #glazefordays #closelooking #underpants (at BKLYN CLAY)

It’s probably been about six weeks since I last tilted my head up to see the bright sun beaming down from the blue sky. As I felt its scorching heat against my skin, I was very eager to whinge about the thought of having to live through another summer— that one dreadful season that I’m least excited about every year. Nowadays, when I wake up early in the morning, I’m reminded of that memory from my recent past as I see the sunlight streaming into my room from my window. Still laying in bed, I shift my gaze around the great sunlit expanse, but only to find the same uninteresting view that I wake up to every day. Having to face the same quandary daily, I decided to pause and ponder for a while. I’ve found that quite often, there are things around us that we barely pay attention to. We might have gotten so used to having them around that it’s so easy to just take them for granted. I began to spend some time to really look through and beyond my walls. Seeing how these slabs of concrete meet at the right angles to form the four corners of a room, it suddenly felt odd to have seen them as if I were trying to measure them. For the record, I've never really enjoyed mathematics and I normally would’ve never attempted to look at a wall from that perspective. Yet somehow, I've found comfort in knowing how every inch of these walls was processed to perfectly serve their purpose. I then realised how I should be grateful to be surrounded by something that could make me feel safe— how something so sturdy could serve as my shed where I could hide and be protected from the heat of the sun. As I ran my fingers through my walls, I was struck with bafflement. I started to wonder if Socrates loved summer. Was he insane for wanting to put up walls, only to allow others to knock them down? If it were up to me, I don’t think I'd want my walls to tumble down just like that. If having my walls teared down meant that I would have to be left exposed, naked, vulnerable, and burning under the sun; then I never want my walls to be broken down.

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