Art of sensuality

I love the sensuality of taking a brush to a lovely white, smooth, freshly throw and trimmed piece of porcelain to make the first and also unalterable design on it's pale and lovely surface. I never know really exactly what I will paint there with my brush, especially if I am beginning a new series. Just as a brush flows, the design flows, and I must trust it to become a stroke that will complete the life of any vessel I approach.

More so than the empty sheet of paper standing naked, waiting for words, or canvass white and clean, this first touch is so intimate, most willing to be touched, and completed.

Of course I have my glazes, all these wonderful colors I want to use on porcelain, but if I use them, I miss this experience of touching this still moist, fresh, and beautiful canvas of clay.

I have things now thrown and trimmed; moist, waiting, waiting to see. Will these be simply glazed or will a design be added to the surface? I don't know. Just as I don't know what design will evolve, I don't know what will happen to these new vessels.

I might think at times that I am the one deciding this, but in reality, I have no such plan. I am like the brush, just a willing instrument of whatever that which wills, creates.

My life, appears is a holy experiment.