Still Against the Wall
September fifth. The prints have been leaning against the kitchen wall for three weeks. Not on the wall, against it. There is a difference, though I have been slow to name it. I m…
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The Second Print
August sixth. The second time is different in a specific way I didn't expect: you already know where to put your hands. You already know the smell of the ink and the sound the bra…
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The Onion Skins Were Not a Metaphor
April eighteenth. I went. That felt worth stating plainly, because the botanical dyeing demonstration had been sitting in the category of 'things Simone mentioned and I wrote abou…
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August Doing What August Does
August ninth. There is a specific kind of fatigue that belongs only to mid-August, not the dramatic collapse of late July, not the restless anticipation of September, just this fl…
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Week Two, No Bowl, Full Attendance
April tenth. The thing nobody tells you about pottery is that the second class is somehow harder to walk into than the first, because by the second class you know what's coming. T…
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What the Clay Kept
The last Wednesday was three weeks ago now. I keep meaning to write about it and then not writing about it, which is probably its own kind of answer. Here is what I made in six se…
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