One day in a wave of self-pity I told my husband that I wished I could ever, sometime in my life, again have time to take an art class. Tear. And then my birthday rolled around and my sweet husband remembered and signed me up for a handbuilding class. I look forward to Tuesdays all week, when I can zone out and focus on the clay in my hands.
For some reason, I am hard on myself with all art mediums except clay. With clay I can focus on the making, and not care what it looks like in the end. It’s very freeing.