MEDITATIONS IN CLAY :: DISPATCH 05

POTS & PRAYERS 030 - 036

peeking at you through pot 037

I quietly pinched pot 044 with my eyes closed, slowly opening them when I was done to see the glowing light of the sunset through my studio windows on the longest day of the year. The days may be growing shorter, but the light still lingers long here in the desert. I wake early to walk my pup, stealing time with him in the …