“Shaping What’s Here”

First entry—An Idea

I sat with a block of air dry clay today. No grand plans. Just a painting I did the night before and I need to see it come to life, even just a little.

There’s no kiln yet, just an idea. A pit, maybe. I’m dreaming about firing with charcoal and heat from a humble grill—because the flame doesn’t need to be fancy to be meaningful.

The piece I made was small. Textured, a little uneven, but honest. I’ve always had a quiet reverence for bakers and ceramicists. There’s something sacred about kneading —-whether it’s dough or clay. It’s tough work yet it’s feels rewarding. Requires me to be present and patient.

(Photo depicting me using my rolling pin to push and knead it. Every press and fold tells a humble beginning)

There’s a short video below— just me shaping in silence. No words, just the rhythm of making.