Sometimes when I'm working I remember the day when things clicked for me. I was making pots in an old migrant house on a friend's farm. I made a board of small crocks that all looked alike, well similar at least. I had learned to put the clay where I wanted it to make those pots. Today I made several boards of pots. They were the pots I wanted to make and at the end of the day I had them. It's amazing to do this work.
