My shoulders hurt. My fingers tingle. And there is a real exhilaration in trying and trying and promising to try again. I started my very first pottery on the wheel class . Yep, after all my years of hanging around art schools I've avoided and avoided and avoided sitting down at a pottery wheel and trying to turn a hunk of clay into anything graceful, anything balanced, and anything at all beautiful or useful or (gasp!) both. But this town is fulla potters and every other person I've met has a wheel in their basement. A teacher I know impressed me with her patience, her knowledge, and her convincing argument that even a kid like me can get centered. It's early in the process no doubt, but I am excited about the learning and the physicality.

I'd practice more this week but instead, I'm skipping town. We're headed to Washington this weekend to celebrate a magic wedding, see some art (I like me some Fauves, sure do), and spend some time with my husband. I like walking around new places with that man, love to draw while he people watches and love to explore.
A blog treat is Anna's neat little bit about Ted Kooser, who I'm pretty curious about, too.
So, that's it perhaps for the next few days while my shoulders heal and my eyes open a little wider and take in a lot of new stuff.
See ya,
Rachael