December, 2004
Last studio photos.

Cindy dragged me to the studio with her camera - now she wants to take pics! - to make a record of the place before we leave it. This is one mighty long page of photos, but I like showing her documentary approach to capturing it all.

These are proof that, just as the pots make the potter, the activity in the studio creates the space over time. An ongoing bit of performance/sculpture, in a way. So many of these images are burned into my memory from thousands of repeat impressions -- it will be interesting to see them again once all the stuff has moved to a new room, and the immediate memories have worn away. While I'm excited about having more space, and not even knowing what to do with it all yet, a part of me can't wait until I'm settled into it as comfortably as I was here, clutter and all. Home is where the clay is, with all its related tools and gadgets.