This morning, after yet another restless night with the same headache that has trailed me for the past week, a sinus/dehydration headache that leaves each morning after my breakfast coffee, I recalled a dream where I looked intimately at the work of a ceramic artist who'd put on an impressive show of raku pieces with heavy, earthy, gloopy glazes. He explained in the dream how his old professor had given him his old kiln and I felt envious. I don't talk about ceramics that much, or my desire to make tiles and bowls and cups, ART pottery I suppose, because logistically getting to a kiln or a workshop is not easy. I should make more effort. I did these years ago and still love them. Just fired lumps of clay really that luckily didn't explode in the kiln.
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