losing my self

Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.
Thomas Merton

I got lost last week in clay – or at least “re-lost”.
I immersed myself in a week long course at MISSA called Handbuilding – Tricks of the Trade with instructor Vince Pitelka. For me, the course was less about the tricks and more about working with the clay. I wanted to rediscover it with a beginner’s mind in an energized setting.  The physical setting of MISSA is beautiful. It is tucked into the hills and rocks of Pedder Bay on Vancouver Island and is a place of forest and ocean. But that is the physical. The energy of the place is enhanced by learners and creators and I would guess that every person there manifested the energy of both.


MISSA studio with a view, Pedder Bay, Vancouver Island

Hands in clay, we coil-built tall pots, slab-built cups, bowls and boxes, pinch-built tiny pots and delightful whistles. And yes, if you didn’t know – I was born with the last name of Clay but never touched the stuff until I was in my mid-thirties. Over time I learned to create in clay with my primary focus being on sculpting.  Now in my mid-fifties I am re-investing myself in the medium. I have a sculpture or two in my head waiting to be created but I also have a few whistles to make – my grand-daughters are coming for a visit!

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  1. So inspiring that you are refinding your “clay” grounding place. I’ve never made anything significant from clay but love the feel of it squishing through my fingers–must be a childhood remembrance of forming mud pigs (yes pigs, not pies) in the garden. As a side note I also never made snowmen–only snow horses that could be riden to great adventures.

    It’s taken me a long time to just let myself enjoy the “claying” experience without feeling I have to make something significant and permanent. The feel is enough.

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