I feel like the animals who just begin to poke their noses out of their hiding places from a long winter into spring. Tenuous steps at first, then bold and striding as they realize the meadow is calling their names.

So many ideas, new old mutated, swirl in my head. This time I will begin to tackle a form long sitting waiting for me. This piece is hollow and I glaze it now as a test, future pieces will be carved, sculpted, delicately detailed. An egg shape says so much about new birth, new life, new light for me.

I revisit what I set aside when last I worked. Ah, these little guys are ready to be bisqued, glazed and go out into the world I think.

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