Happy Easter my friends. I hope this post finds you full of blessings, full bellies and new memories.
As you know from my last post I have started a journey down the rabbit hole and into the clay sculpting world. It isn't my first skill nor my first time but by my eye, you would think it was. Yes, I do know we are our worst critics. I have been struggling with this very thing. I am very critical on my work and if I am not happy with a piece I will not showcase or sell it. The real issue is I have been overly critical.
My parents were both artists. My brother can draw anything. I didn't find my niche until much later, although I tried everything. Clay or pottery was my first love in high school art. How fabric actually came into play was my best friend wanted a cloth doll. I knew how to sew, so I set out to create a doll for her. I later showed her how I did it. That journey is precious to me and something I hope I never stop living. Now the tricky part is to grow more in both cloth and clay, both of which seem like I am brand new, my first day.
I am headed out to make a few more memories. Love the holidays and my family time. It recharges my soul.
blessings to you and yours, Pea