Ceramic Woman

Molding clay is more than a craft, it's a calming, almost meditative process that invites you to slow down and create something with intention. The best part? There’s no wrong way to explore clay. With practice, patience, and a little imagination, anyone can turn a simple lump of earth into something meaningful.

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Ceramic Woman

The clay sat in my hands without form,

It was not until I started to bend and rip it apart, that it started to have structure. So, I kept molding,

Along the way I noticed that it was not exactly going in the right direction. Gravitational impact had broken it down; I had squeezed it until it was back to nothing and began the process over again.

Vision

Starting with a vision and goal in mind of what the result would be and how I wanted to mold it was the hard part. This time beating it flat, twisting it to the point of pain in my hands began, removing the indentions of the previous molding. I started to build again a little nervous because this was my second time creating this piece and I wanted it to be as perfect as I imagined.

What my eyes saw was not quite what others saw when looking at my molding. “In the eyes of the beholder,” was planted in my head and I had to trust the vision. I build even more, even with the thoughts of making it acceptable to the eyes of others. Suddenly, I disliked this piece again, quickly tearing it down and hating it.

I took a moment, and it took me a while before attempting to design this clay again. I slowly picked up the clay and watched how it had been tormented by my own hands, the very same hands that were meant to build it up and mold it to be great were the same hands to tear it down. I held it, closing my eyes, remembering all it endured.

End Result

Remembering that the same clay can become beautiful again no matter what it has been through. It was capable of being whatever I desired it to be. The forming started slowly and with purpose to be acceptable in the eyes of the beholder and I was the one holding it. I started to love this time of creating, perfectly modifying the imperfections of the previous molding. I visioned this to be from the very start, a working progress.

Building it up and not tearing it down more than what it had already been through. Accepting the beauty from start to finish, understanding that nothing can be something,

Inserting trials and errors, determination, believing, power, strength, understanding, drive, intelligence, fearlessness, and identity…

before I knew it my clay had become the most beautiful piece of art I had ever seen. I stood in the mirror and named this piece Ceramic Woman.