In the sanctuary of clay

I can't quite explain why working with clay makes me feel so content. The simplicity of mixing earth and fire is so primal. My work has been called primitive, magical, a discovery, both grounded in the earth and ethereal. I often wonder if it is just the expression of genetic memory remembering a time when there was no distinction among us in the socialization of class or race. Some of my work asks for its own temple, a place of reverence for Mother Earth and for her strange children to come and connect with some ancient mystery still rooted within us all and our connection to Her core. It is both my offering and healing that the work may share its energy to inspire and lift, to open portals and activate potentials. With my hands in the clay I am able to make space for magic and find true purpose.