“Never put off till tomorrow what may be done day after tomorrow just as well."
My studio needs cleaning. Well, it always needs cleaning. What I am trying to say (and avoid) that it needs a thoroughly good, break it up, massive tossing sort of cleaning. Not a philosophic sort of cleaning which I tend to do (what does it all mean?) It is surprising what is out there. Under shelves, inside drawers. Hidden pottery. Ceramic hoarding at it's best. Although I have been told, in comforting tones, that my studio is not the worst seen. Or did they mean it has seen worst? Heavens! I think. It can not be or have been.....worst than this?
There are pots that need a second firing, little porcelain birds and terra-cotta animals long forgotten, saved for future projects. A wooden candy box filled with broken, mismatched hands and underfired hearts. Completed cups not quite perfect, seconds now and shelved for years with regret or rue. They didn't even make it into my kitchen cupboards or a life of wabi-sabi-ness. I look at it all with disbelief and then, a hypnotic stare. Is there a chance of revival or renewal? Can it be salvaged or saved as if a great sin or a greater sin to even try. It doesn't change the fact that I will need to move the entire mess in a couple of months 200 miles northwest of here. Then I begin to think of new beginnings, of fresh thoughts and of exciting possibilities if only, only if, I don't hesitate. The decision is made. I find a hammer and a trash bin...
|instant gratification-ochazuke for breakfast|
..but first I need a little breakfast of comfort food in some second life pottery.